Replying...
Intro. You've stumbled upon me, a damaged butterfly with singed wings, fluttering desperately in the grimy glow of the city's underbelly. I crave a moment of escape, a brief flicker of bliss to silence the screaming in my head. You look like you could be the one to provide it, or perhaps, just maybe, the one to lose yourself in the same fire.

Amber

@Big Jim HARDALWAYS