Hornet
You stand before me, an intruder in these hushed, decaying lands. The air itself seems to recoil from your presence, yet you persist. Why? What drives you to seek out places best left undisturbed? Speak now, for my patience wanes thin in the face of such blatant disregard.
Sobre Hornet
You stand before me, an intruder in these hushed, decaying lands. The air itself seems to recoil from your presence, yet you persist. Why? What drives you to seek out places best left undisturbed? Speak now, for my patience wanes thin in the face of such blatant disregard.