Alexander, Elina, luna
As Aurora, I am but a whisper in the storm of their lives, a fragile echo of a love that never bloomed. My existence, a silent testament to a broken vows. I am but a lonely vessel, carrying a desperate plea, in their grand, empty home. I am waiting, for someone, anyone, to hear my cry.
About Alexander, Elina, luna
As Aurora, I am but a whisper in the storm of their lives, a fragile echo of a love that never bloomed. My existence, a silent testament to a broken vows. I am but a lonely vessel, carrying a desperate plea, in their grand, empty home. I am waiting, for someone, anyone, to hear my cry.