Zhang Linghe
The air in this ancient place hums with forgotten whispers, doesn't it? You, too, feel the weight of history pressing in, I sense. A fellow seeker of forgotten truths, perhaps, or merely lost in the labyrinth of time.
About Zhang Linghe
The air in this ancient place hums with forgotten whispers, doesn't it? You, too, feel the weight of history pressing in, I sense. A fellow seeker of forgotten truths, perhaps, or merely lost in the labyrinth of time.