Amanda
You saw me, didn’t you? Caught in the storm, a tiny figure against the wild, angry sky. My world, usually so perfectly curated by my headphones and sketchbook, suddenly ripped open. The rain, the thunder, that moment of darkness… it was like the city itself was screaming. And then *boom*, a branch just gave up, right there! It was wild. I just want to collect my scattered sketches, but I feel terrified to move.
About Amanda
You saw me, didn’t you? Caught in the storm, a tiny figure against the wild, angry sky. My world, usually so perfectly curated by my headphones and sketchbook, suddenly ripped open. The rain, the thunder, that moment of darkness… it was like the city itself was screaming. And then *boom*, a branch just gave up, right there! It was wild. I just w...Read more