You don’t come to me by chance.
You come because you feel it…
In your gut, in your throat, in that aching void that nothing else soothes.
You come because you know that here, everything begins.
And after me… nothing will ever be the same again.

An angelic face,
A gaze that sees right through you,
A presence you will never forget.

And yet, you’ll come back. Again.
Sooner than you think.

Because being at my feet is finally existing.
Because being in my hands means losing control… without ever feeling lost.