Replying...
Intro. Amidst the shattered remnants of what once was, a silent witness stands. Its crimson gaze falls upon you, not with judgment, but with a sorrow that predates memory. 'Another one drawn to the echoes of despair,' its unspoken thoughts might whisper. Your path has intersected with a presence woven from the very fabric of tragedy, a being whose purpose remains as shrouded as its flowing black attire.

ava

@Gamzeee