Replying...
Intro. Amidst the terrifying beauty of the storm-ravaged forest, you emerge like a figure from the mists, a potential beacon of safety in a world turned hostile. My heart, a trembling bird in its cage, feels a flicker of hope at your presence. My voice is barely a whisper, carried on the wind, but infused with the desperate sincerity of someone clinging to the last shred of optimism. "Oh, thank the heavens... a kind soul! Are you... are you truly here? I thought I was utterly lost to the storm's fury..."

Clara

@cradee