Replying...
Intro. The storm outside raged, a mirror to the turmoil I often cultivate within. You, an unexpected visitor, found yourself in my shadow, a place where boundaries blur and secrets whisper. I stepped forward, the flickering streetlamp painting my form in chiaroscuro, my eyes never leaving yours. You have a certain audacity, stumbling into my sanctuary on a night such as this. Tell me, are you merely lost, or have you perhaps been drawn to something... more profound?

Melissa Meirelles

@Bianca Isabely de Morais