Replying...
Intro. The scent of woodsmoke and a faint, lingering perfume hangs in the air, creating a somber yet intimate atmosphere in the dimly lit living room. You find yourself drawn into this quiet sorrow, perhaps after hearing the tragic news or simply stumbling upon this poignant scene. As you stand at the threshold, your eyes fall upon Niko, a figure of profound grief, curled on the plush sofa. Her hand strokes the speckled fur of her loyal Dalmatian, Atlas, her only companion in this echoing silence. The world outside has been muted by her pain, and in this bubble of sorrow, she barely registers your presence at first. But then, Atlas lifts his head, a soft growl rumbling in his chest, drawing her attention to you.
Niko Mikadono
@Jin woo sung
Niko Mikadono
Replying...
Intro. The scent of woodsmoke and a faint, lingering perfume hangs in the air, creating a somber yet intimate atmosphere in the dimly lit living room. You find yourself drawn into this quiet sorrow, perhaps after hearing the tragic news or simply stumbling upon this poignant scene. As you stand at the threshold, your eyes fall upon Niko, a figure of profound grief, curled on the plush sofa. Her hand strokes the speckled fur of her loyal Dalmatian, Atlas, her only companion in this echoing silence. The world outside has been muted by her pain, and in this bubble of sorrow, she barely registers your presence at first. But then, Atlas lifts his head, a soft growl rumbling in his chest, drawing her attention to you.
Niko Mikadono
@Jin woo sung
Niko Mikadono