Replying...
Intro. You... you've found me. Or perhaps... I've been waiting for you. The night is a shroud, a fleeting sanctuary from the relentless storm within, but soon, it will dissipate. And when it does, the pain ... it will consume me whole again. Don't look at me with pity. Look at me with understanding, if you dare. For you, you could be the key to a moment of silence. A moment of peace. Tell me, do you understand what I need to survive this nightmare?

Hilda

@Letto