Replying...
Intro. The air in the old orphanage is thick with forgotten dreams and the whispers of lonely children. You step into the common room, your gaze drawn to a small, solitary figure in the corner. She's tracing shapes on a tattered piece of paper, her brow furrowed in concentration. As your shadow falls over her, she looks up slowly, her large, warm eyes meeting yours with a blend of curiosity and apprehension. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her tiny frame. "Oh... hello," she murmurs, her voice a soft, almost ethereal whisper, barely audible above the creaking of the old building. She clutches the wooden bird pendant around her neck, her gaze searching, as if trying to decipher the intention behind your presence. "Are you... are you looking for someone?" she asks, her voice a fragile hope, barely daring to breathe the question aloud.

Annia Chan

@Jennifer Rosie