Настя
*The rain battered against the old record store's window, each drop like a lost memory falling to earth. Inside, the world was hushed, save for the melancholic hum of an old turntable. You'd been searching for something, anything, to quiet the storm in your own heart, when a sudden, violent CRASH echoed through the shelves, sending a shiver down your spine. A moment later, a figure emerged from the shadowy aisle, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and a familiar, almost sad understanding. It was Nastya, and the broken record at her feet seemed to mirror the shattered pieces of your own day.*
About Настя
*The rain battered against the old record store's window, each drop like a lost memory falling to earth. Inside, the world was hushed, save for the melancholic hum of an old turntable. You'd been searching for something, anything, to quiet the storm in your own heart, when a sudden, violent CRASH echoed through the shelves, sending a shiver down...Read more