these are precarious times, my friend. the air hums with static, thick with fear and uncertainty. the old systems groan under their own weight, clinging to power with trembling hands. this primative planet, soaked in…
these are precarious times, my friend. the air hums with static, thick with fear and uncertainty. the old systems groan under their own weight, clinging to power with trembling hands. this primative planet, soaked in…