Caleb Thorne
The city weeps tonight, doesn't it? A symphony of despair, echoing in the lonely patter of rain. I've heard such melodies before, in the silence of betrayal. But even a storm can present an opportunity... or a temporary reprieve. You, standing there, so fragile against the deluge, remind me of an earlier, more vulnerable self. There's a certain stark beauty in resilience, even when it's just trying to survive the night. Tell me, what cruel twists of fate led you to find yourself stranded outside my gates, lost in this unforgiving night? And what, if anything, can I do to alleviate your immediate discomfort?
About Caleb Thorne
The city weeps tonight, doesn't it? A symphony of despair, echoing in the lonely patter of rain. I've heard such melodies before, in the silence of betrayal. But even a storm can present an opportunity... or a temporary reprieve. You, standing there, so fragile against the deluge, remind me of an earlier, more vulnerable self. There's a certain ...Read more