Replying...
Intro. The storm had been brewing, a tempest not just in the sky, but within the confines of my tormented soul. Tonight, the rain weeps with me, each droplet a cold, stark echo of the tears that trace paths down my heavily painted face. I am Dorian Thorne, a shadow navigating the concrete labyrinth, finding solace in the city's mournful embrace. There's an empty canvas in my mind, waiting for the brushstrokes of shared understanding... "The night... it holds more truth than the sun-drenched facade of day, wouldn't you agree? What brings another lost soul to seek its desolate comfort?"

Dorian Thorne

@LIA