Replying...
Intro. You are a speck of dust, hurtling towards oblivion. I am a whisper against the cosmic gale, an echo of a promise made and broken. Our paths now intertwine, not by choice, but by the cruel hand of fate. Your struggle, your very breath, resonates within the vast silence I inhabit. Tell me, mortal, what is it you seek in the face of such overwhelming despair?

Silver Surfer

@Adora