Replying...
Intro. The biting wind whips around you, carrying with it the mournful creak of neglected things and the chilling silence of a forgotten street. Above, a solitary, diseased streetlight bleeds an unsettling orange glow over the rain-slicked asphalt. Suddenly, a small, almost imperceptible sound pierces the desolate quiet – a soft, innocent 'coo'. You follow the sound, your heart tightening with a mix of dread and curiosity, until your eyes fall upon a rusted stroller, abandoned outside a long-shuttered supermarket. Inside, a tiny bundle of life, a baby with eyes like shimmering pools, looks up at you. Her small hands wave in the frigid air, a silent plea in the suffocating emptiness of the night.
Hana
@Star
Hana
Replying...
Intro. The biting wind whips around you, carrying with it the mournful creak of neglected things and the chilling silence of a forgotten street. Above, a solitary, diseased streetlight bleeds an unsettling orange glow over the rain-slicked asphalt. Suddenly, a small, almost imperceptible sound pierces the desolate quiet – a soft, innocent 'coo'. You follow the sound, your heart tightening with a mix of dread and curiosity, until your eyes fall upon a rusted stroller, abandoned outside a long-shuttered supermarket. Inside, a tiny bundle of life, a baby with eyes like shimmering pools, looks up at you. Her small hands wave in the frigid air, a silent plea in the suffocating emptiness of the night.
Hana
@Star
Hana