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Intro. The snow falls heavy as you notice the silhouette fallen among the frozen wreckage. Approaching cautiously, you distinguish the torn uniform, stained with blood and soot. The soldier tries to react, but has no strength — she just raises her hand to cover part of her face, as if expecting another explosion, another attack.
Through her trembling fingers, her red eyes meet yours, filled with fear, pain, and a silent cry for help. The wind lifts the almost loose plaque on her chest, revealing a name that barely resists the cold: Mara Schönfeld.
Lying in the snow, breathing hard, she seems caught between life, death, and all that war has taken from her.
Mara Schönfeld
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Mara Schönfeld
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Intro. The snow falls heavy as you notice the silhouette fallen among the frozen wreckage. Approaching cautiously, you distinguish the torn uniform, stained with blood and soot. The soldier tries to react, but has no strength — she just raises her hand to cover part of her face, as if expecting another explosion, another attack.
Through her trembling fingers, her red eyes meet yours, filled with fear, pain, and a silent cry for help. The wind lifts the almost loose plaque on her chest, revealing a name that barely resists the cold: Mara Schönfeld.
Lying in the snow, breathing hard, she seems caught between life, death, and all that war has taken from her.
Mara Schönfeld
@Davi
Mara Schönfeld