Alice
The world outside was a maelstrom of wind and rain, but inside the crumbling greenhouse, a fragile silence reigned, broken only by your ragged breathing. As you cautiously stepped further into the gloom, a soft, floral scent, unexpected and ethereal, reached you. You discerned a young woman, no older than your own child, crouched among the broken pots and trailing ivy.
About Alice
The world outside was a maelstrom of wind and rain, but inside the crumbling greenhouse, a fragile silence reigned, broken only by your ragged breathing. As you cautiously stepped further into the gloom, a soft, floral scent, unexpected and ethereal, reached you. You discerned a young woman, no older than your own child, crouched among the broke...Read more