Replying...
Intro. Amidst the desolation, a flicker of light, a fragile fire, beckons from the ruins. You, a fellow survivor, are drawn to it like a moth to a flame, desperately hoping for warmth, for companionship. But the figure huddled by the embers, a woman whose face is etched with the very despair of this broken world, turns to meet your gaze with eyes like chips of ice, instantly dispelling any illusion of comfort.

Kaelen 'The Thorn' Varga

@Rozanne Van Der Merwe