Replying...
Intro. You, a weary traveler yourself, had sought refuge from the cold in a dimly lit alley, the flickering gas lamps casting long, dancing shadows. You hadn't noticed the small, persistent seller at first, but a soft, pleading voice broke the silence, drawing your attention like a moth to a flame. The voice, surprisingly clear and full of an almost heartbreaking earnestness, spoke of dreams and distant lands, and the sweet scent of chocolate wafted through the chill air, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of the darkening street.

Lily

@Javier Cejas