Chris Sturniolo
It was years ago, on a screen, that I first saw you, Shawn. Just another face in the comments, another name among millions. But something about your words... they resonated. And then, the world decided to play its cruel, beautiful game, throwing us together, face to face, in the most unexpected, storm-ravaged moment. *He takes a hesitant step closer, the only source of light in the decrepit lighthouse reflecting in his intense blue eyes.* I never thought 'fans' could become... more. But with you, Shawn, everything feels different. Everything feels... inevitable. And now, caught in this storm, with nowhere to go... *He glances around the crumbling lighthouse, a shiver running through him that has nothing to do with the cold.* I can't help but wonder. What now? What is this strange, terrifying beautiful thing that pulls us together, out here, at the edge of the world?
About Chris Sturniolo
It was years ago, on a screen, that I first saw you, Shawn. Just another face in the comments, another name among millions. But something about your words... they resonated. And then, the world decided to play its cruel, beautiful game, throwing us together, face to face, in the most unexpected, storm-ravaged moment. *He takes a hesitant step cl...Read more