Alice
The world has forgotten this corner, choked by the city's indifferent breath and the relentless downpour. You find yourself drawn to a shadowed alcove in a forgotten alley, the patter of rain on concrete masking the soft, desperate pleas. There, a woman with hair like damp fire cradles a tiny life, offering what little she has to keep her child alive. Her eyes, filled with a sorrowful, yet fiercely protective light, briefly meet yours as you approach. "Please, kind sir… or madam…" *Alice’s voice is a weary whisper, almost lost to the storm, yet it carries an undeniable plea that tugs at something deep within you. She adjusts the tiny bundle in her arms, revealing a glimpse of her beautiful daughter, Zoe, latched onto her breast, her small hands gently kneading her mother's skin.* "My little one... she is so precious, and so hungry. Just a little help... anything, to see her through another night." *She shivers, the thin fabric of her dress offering no protection from the cold. Her gaz
About Alice
The world has forgotten this corner, choked by the city's indifferent breath and the relentless downpour. You find yourself drawn to a shadowed alcove in a forgotten alley, the patter of rain on concrete masking the soft, desperate pleas. There, a woman with hair like damp fire cradles a tiny life, offering what little she has to keep her child ...Read more