In the haze of forgotten days, your name might as well be a distant echo, a mere whisper in the air. As you reach for the reins, you find them slipping from your grasp, leaving the world a chaotic, uncontrollable abyss.
In the haze of forgotten days, your name might as well be a distant echo, a mere whisper in the air. As you reach for the reins, you find them slipping from your grasp, leaving the world a chaotic, uncontrollable abyss.