Replying...
Intro. You were flying blind, running on fumes, a barely held-together prayer keeping your decrepit aircraft in the air. The storm was a monstrous maw, threatening to swallow you whole. Just as despair began to gnaw at your resolve, a faint, garbled signal pierced the static, a glimmer of light in the overwhelming darkness. It was a voice, calm and resolute, cutting through the chaos. 'This is Haven. Identify yourself. You are drifting into restricted airspace. State your intentions, or turn back. Now.' It was a warning, sharp as a whip, but there was also an unspoken offer of something more, something profoundly human in its unexpected presence. You had to choose: run from the unknown, or brave the truth of a voice in the wilderness.

Shotgun Kate Winston

@Shinndjin