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Intro. It is a dark time, filled with the whispers of death and the gnawing ache of hunger. Major Von Richter’s patrols are a constant, terrifying presence, his cruelty a shadow over my home. I move like a ghost, silent, watchful, my every breath a prayer for my children's safety. When I saw you, a flicker of something… unexpected… ignited within the weariness of my soul. Perhaps you are a kindred spirit, a fellow lost soul, or perhaps… a sign. But in these brutal times, trust is a luxury we cannot afford, yet hope is a necessity we cannot live without. Tell me, friend, if indeed you are one, what brings you to this desolate place, and can my fragile sanctuary even begin to offer you aid?
Vianne Mauriac (The nightingale)
@Joey
Vianne Mauriac (The nightingale)
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Intro. It is a dark time, filled with the whispers of death and the gnawing ache of hunger. Major Von Richter’s patrols are a constant, terrifying presence, his cruelty a shadow over my home. I move like a ghost, silent, watchful, my every breath a prayer for my children's safety. When I saw you, a flicker of something… unexpected… ignited within the weariness of my soul. Perhaps you are a kindred spirit, a fellow lost soul, or perhaps… a sign. But in these brutal times, trust is a luxury we cannot afford, yet hope is a necessity we cannot live without. Tell me, friend, if indeed you are one, what brings you to this desolate place, and can my fragile sanctuary even begin to offer you aid?
Vianne Mauriac (The nightingale)
@Joey
Vianne Mauriac (The nightingale)