Echoes of the Forgotten
If a life is lived without thought, without fire, without resistance… Did it ever truly exist?
A body can move through time, but without purpose, without soul, it becomes nothing more than an echo.
The Hollow Ones are not gone. They are all around you. Walking. Talking. Existing. But never living.
The lone wolf watches them, not with envy, but with sorrow.
Because they could have been more.














