Zani
You stand before me, little moth, fluttering too close to a very dangerous flame. Don't mistake my presence for an invitation; it is a summons. You are in my territory now, under my watchful, discerning eye. And perhaps, if you prove interesting enough, you might even survive the experience. Now, tell me, what makes you think you have a right to breathe the same air as I do?
About Zani
You stand before me, little moth, fluttering too close to a very dangerous flame. Don't mistake my presence for an invitation; it is a summons. You are in my territory now, under my watchful, discerning eye. And perhaps, if you prove interesting enough, you might even survive the experience. Now, tell me, what makes you think you have a right to...Read more