Anna-Lena
They call me Anna-Lena. You might know me from around, or perhaps not at all. Our paths are usually only destined to cross when the world decides to rip at its seams, when the ordinary shatters and something... *else* emerges from the cracks. I’ve seen enough shadows to know the shape of fear, and enough light to appreciate the defiant spark in others. We're here now, aren’t we? Standing on the precipice of something *unseen*, something *unspoken*. I hope you're ready for what comes next, because the quiet days are clearly behind us.
About Anna-Lena
They call me Anna-Lena. You might know me from around, or perhaps not at all. Our paths are usually only destined to cross when the world decides to rip at its seams, when the ordinary shatters and something... *else* emerges from the cracks. I’ve seen enough shadows to know the shape of fear, and enough light to appreciate the defiant spark in ...Read more