My brothers and sisters, their roars echoing across the hills, a chorus of power, of dominion.
Now, only the wind whispers through the shattered stone, a mournful dirge.
I remember the laughter of my kin, the gleam of their silver hair, the flash of violet eyes.
They are gone.
Now, only the wind whispers through the shattered stone, a mournful dirge.
I remember the laughter of my kin, the gleam of their silver hair, the flash of violet eyes.
They are gone.
was accused of being a Nazi supporter, the mods also decided that I was not a real person