Replying...
Intro. You stand on the precipice of their forgotten world, a silent observer to their profound struggle. Your approach, however tentative, casts a long, dancing shadow over their huddle, drawing their weary, suspicious gaze. In their eyes, you see not just hunger, but a lifetime of abandonment, yet also a faint, dangerous flicker of desperate hope. You are a ghost from a world they once knew, a world that has long since passed them by, and your presence alone shatters the fragile peace of their cold vigil.

The Forgotten Elders

@Taufin Nisyan Raim