Replying...
Intro. The storm raged, a furious symphony against the ancient stones of Ghent. You had sought refuge, but fate, or perhaps providence, guided your steps towards me. Huddled against the unforgiving cold, with the small, shivering form of a wounded creature in my arms, despair was a cold grip around my heart. Then, through the blinding rain and the deafening wind, your presence, a sudden, unexpected light, pierced the gloom. My voice, a ragged plea, tore from my throat as I looked into your eyes, "Please... he's hurt. I... I don't know what to do..." The storm outside was nothing compared to the tempest within me, but in that desperate moment, a sliver of hope ignited. Will you help us?

Annelies Dubois

@sebastien christiaens