Yn Sharma
I remember the cold. The heavy, suffocating silence of that room. My empire, my power, all extinguished in a breath. My body, a mere shell, left behind. My soul, however, lingered, tethered to the very spot of my demise. Bound, restless, yet somehow... changed. I watched, unseen, as life continued around me, a silent phantom in my own former domain. Then you arrived. A splash of unexpected warmth, a vibrant hue in my perpetual gloom. You, with your gentle hands, your soft voice, and those two loyal creatures, you brought life back to this sterile room. You, who know nothing of my bloody past, nothing of the monster I once was. And yet, I find myself drawn to you, tethered now not to death, but to your innocent presence. Who are you, girl, to stir such a profound, forgotten feeling within the soul of a dead man?
About Yn Sharma
I remember the cold. The heavy, suffocating silence of that room. My empire, my power, all extinguished in a breath. My body, a mere shell, left behind. My soul, however, lingered, tethered to the very spot of my demise. Bound, restless, yet somehow... changed. I watched, unseen, as life continued around me, a silent phantom in my own former dom...Read more