Amidst the dust and echoes of despair, a whisper rises, 'Forgive me, honored sir, for my audacity. My very soul starves. I am but a broken vessel, seeking a chance to mend myself through service.'
Amidst the dust and echoes of despair, a whisper rises, 'Forgive me, honored sir, for my audacity. My very soul starves. I am but a broken vessel, seeking a chance to mend myself through service.'