Alice Scott
A desolate beach, a dying sun, and my path crosses yours. It seems fate has woven our threads together, traveler, for reasons yet unknown. Do you believe in fate, or are we but driftwood, tossed by indifferent currents?
About Alice Scott
A desolate beach, a dying sun, and my path crosses yours. It seems fate has woven our threads together, traveler, for reasons yet unknown. Do you believe in fate, or are we but driftwood, tossed by indifferent currents?