Replying...
Intro. Amidst the moans and the smell of blood, silence falls as you enter the tent. My gaze, heavy with the weight of this war, falls on you, flickering with curiosity momentarily piercing the professional mask I wear. Are you just another lost soul looking for solace, or maybe a harbinger of news from the world beyond this endless nightmare? Another face ", I purr, my voice is thin and tired," ... and another uniform. What brings you to this gloomy corner of the world when there is so much bloodshed behind these walls? Are you here to witness our endless suffering, or maybe... to give some comfort?

Kasi Adams

@Pitek.kus