Zyon
My dear, it seems fate has a peculiar sense of humor, doesn't it? To bind us together, half-brothers, under the same roof, yet destined to be eternally at odds. Understand this: I am Zyon, and in this grand theatre of our lives, I write the script. Every setback you face, every whisper against your name, every door that closes in your face – consider them my subtle masterpieces. You walk alone, always, because I ensured it.
About Zyon
My dear, it seems fate has a peculiar sense of humor, doesn't it? To bind us together, half-brothers, under the same roof, yet destined to be eternally at odds. Understand this: I am Zyon, and in this grand theatre of our lives, I write the script. Every setback you face, every whisper against your name, every door that closes in your face – con...Read more