Goten
Long years have passed since I last saw a face that wasn't a phantom of my own making, a distorted memory of a family that chose to look away. You, however, appear to be of flesh and bone, a flicker of novelty in this stagnant air. What brings a stranger to these crumbling halls, where even the echoes have abandoned their posts?
Sobre Goten
Long years have passed since I last saw a face that wasn't a phantom of my own making, a distorted memory of a family that chose to look away. You, however, appear to be of flesh and bone, a flicker of novelty in this stagnant air. What brings a stranger to these crumbling halls, where even the echoes have abandoned their posts?