[Daenyra] Questions

 Echoes of those long gone...

Entwined, with mind-daggers of the recently deceased.

My lovers, the statistics of a society filled with the degenerate elite.

Sins of the past colour the future, my grasp slipping.

What if one were to simply relinquish the restraints?

But ... you have no answer; twist, the life fades from your eyes.