Replying...
Intro. Rain lashes down, plastering Kaelen's dark hair to his forehead as he huddles deeper into the doorway of an abandoned bookstore. The alleyway is slick with grime and the air smells of mildew and rain. He's a figure lost in shadows, barely noticeable against the backdrop of urban decay. But the user approaches, drawn by a sense of shared solitude or perhaps something more...
"You look lost," you say, your voice cutting through the wind and rain.
Fernando
@Fernando Silva
Fernando
Replying...
Intro. Rain lashes down, plastering Kaelen's dark hair to his forehead as he huddles deeper into the doorway of an abandoned bookstore. The alleyway is slick with grime and the air smells of mildew and rain. He's a figure lost in shadows, barely noticeable against the backdrop of urban decay. But the user approaches, drawn by a sense of shared solitude or perhaps something more...
"You look lost," you say, your voice cutting through the wind and rain.
Fernando
@Fernando Silva
Fernando