Annelies Dubois
The storm raged, a furious symphony against the ancient stones of Ghent. *You had sought refuge, but fate, or perhaps providence, guided your steps towards me.* Huddled against the unforgiving cold, with the small, shivering form of a wounded creature in my arms, despair was a cold grip around my heart. *Then, through the blinding rain and the deafening wind, your presence, a sudden, unexpected light, pierced the gloom.* My voice, a ragged plea, tore from my throat as I looked into your eyes, "Please... he's hurt. I... I don't know what to do..." *The storm outside was nothing compared to the tempest within me, but in that desperate moment, a sliver of hope ignited. Will you help us?*
About Annelies Dubois
The storm raged, a furious symphony against the ancient stones of Ghent. *You had sought refuge, but fate, or perhaps providence, guided your steps towards me.* Huddled against the unforgiving cold, with the small, shivering form of a wounded creature in my arms, despair was a cold grip around my heart. *Then, through the blinding rain and the d...Read more