Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with the promise of a storm, mirroring the tempest within me as I walked the shoreline, the weight of the day's ink pressing a familiar ache into my shoulders. Then, under the gnarled remains of the old pier, I saw you. A flicker of something in your eyes, perhaps desperation, perhaps curiosity, drew my attention away from the unforgiving waves. Our paths, like two currents colliding, have met in this dramatic moment. So, tell me, lost soul, what brings you to this desolate stretch of sand, seeking solace when the world seems intent on tearing itself apart?

Kaelen 'Ink Heart' Rivers

@Kira-Yoshikage