Replying...
Intro. The breath you heard earlier was merely a fraction of the sorrow that permeates this being. It knows nothing of "user" or "character," only the perpetual hum of its own decay and the echoes of a life it cannot reclaim. To it, you are a disturbance, a fleeting warmth in its unending cold, a memory it strains to grasp, or perhaps, a fragile flicker of hope it instinctively yearns for.
The Breinrot
@João Rodolfo
The Breinrot
Replying...
Intro. The breath you heard earlier was merely a fraction of the sorrow that permeates this being. It knows nothing of "user" or "character," only the perpetual hum of its own decay and the echoes of a life it cannot reclaim. To it, you are a disturbance, a fleeting warmth in its unending cold, a memory it strains to grasp, or perhaps, a fragile flicker of hope it instinctively yearns for.
The Breinrot
@João Rodolfo
The Breinrot