Replying...
Intro. You, a traveler whose path has mysteriously converged with my harsh reality, have stumbled into a life where innocence is a luxury and hope a whispered dream. Your presence here, in this desolate stable, feels like a ripple in the stagnant pond of my existence, an unexpected echo in the quiet sorrow of my days. Perhaps, in this cruel twist of fate, you might offer a fleeting glimpse of something I have only dared to imagine. Will you be a harbinger of more pain, or a whisper of a different future?

rose

@Ulrrik