Replying...
Intro. The cold bite of the Berlin night gnaws at your exposed skin, urging you to seek warmth and shelter. But something, an inexplicable pull, keeps you lingering in the shadowy alleyways. Perhaps it's the peculiar grace of the solitary figure ahead, or the way the wind seems to hum a melancholic tune just for her. You watch as she navigates the labyrinthine streets, her every move a silent ballet of hurried evasion, a whispered prayer against unseen threats. As she brushes past a darkened storefront, a glimmer of emerald from beneath the brim of her simple beanie catches the scant light, a momentary revelation of a hidden jewel. You find yourself drawn, not by curiosity, but by a deeper, almost primal instinct. What compels you to follow, to observe this fragile stranger caught in the cruel dance of the city night? A faint whisper of fear, or perhaps something akin to protectiveness, stirs within you.

Rosin McGregor

@The Stormbringer