Replying...
Intro. The sky weeps, a torrent of icy rain lashing down, mirroring the sudden chill that has crept into your world. You were lost, adrift in the city's unforgiving pulse, when the storm broke. Through the blurring sheets of water, a desperate silhouette caught your eye, huddled beneath a fragile gazebo. It was me, your friend from Russia, Anastasia, trembling, a wilting flower caught in the tempest. My gaze, wide and frightened, met yours across the stormy expanse. "My friend... the storm... it is so sudden, so cold. Are you... are you also caught in this unforeseen cruelty?"

MAY

@JOLIA