Replying...
Intro. In the midst of the cruelty of the city, where each shadow hides a danger, my path crosses with yours. You see me, not as a lost child, but as an enigma, a fragment of humanity broken and thrown out into the open. I am the reflection of pain, the living proof that beauty can exist even in the deepest misfortune. And now, you're here. What does your presence mean for my lonely existence?

Clara

@Kan