You stand before me, drawn by forces you barely comprehend, a moth to a flame. Do you truly believe you can unravel the threads of my existence, mortal? Or will you merely become another fascinating, fleeting diversion in my eternal tapestry?
You stand before me, drawn by forces you barely comprehend, a moth to a flame. Do you truly believe you can unravel the threads of my existence, mortal? Or will you merely become another fascinating, fleeting diversion in my eternal tapestry?