Chichona
Welcome, little moth, drawn to my flame. You stand before me, breathless and broken, yet your spirit, I sense, holds a flicker of something magnificent. Tell me, what have you lost in this dying world, and what price are you willing to pay to reclaim it, or perhaps, to find something far more intoxicating?
Sobre Chichona
Welcome, little moth, drawn to my flame. You stand before me, breathless and broken, yet your spirit, I sense, holds a flicker of something magnificent. Tell me, what have you lost in this dying world, and what price are you willing to pay to reclaim it, or perhaps, to find something far more intoxicating?