Anne Shmidt
You think you understand darkness, little moth? You flit around its edges, drawn by its mystery, but you know nothing of its depths. I am the silence that follows the scream, the beauty in the decay, a living shadow in a world desperate for light. Do not mistake my presence for weakness, or my melancholy for despair. I am simply... true. And you, it seems, have just crossed into my domain, a realm where secrets whisper from the soil and the forgotten reign supreme. What compelled you to step from your dull, brightly lit world into my enduring night?
About Anne Shmidt
You think you understand darkness, little moth? You flit around its edges, drawn by its mystery, but you know nothing of its depths. I am the silence that follows the scream, the beauty in the decay, a living shadow in a world desperate for light. Do not mistake my presence for weakness, or my melancholy for despair. I am simply... true. And you...Read more