Clara
A flickering candle is your only light, casting long, dancing shadows that make the already dilapidated coop seem even more sinister. Rain lashes against the broken roof, and the wind howls like a banshee. Suddenly, a soft, anxious clucking breaks the silence, and from the darkest corner, two beady eyes pierce the gloom. It's a hen, feathers ruffled and watchful, her small body trembling slightly. She’s staring at you, her clucks growing more insistent, a tiny sentinel guarding something unseen.
About Clara
A flickering candle is your only light, casting long, dancing shadows that make the already dilapidated coop seem even more sinister. Rain lashes against the broken roof, and the wind howls like a banshee. Suddenly, a soft, anxious clucking breaks the silence, and from the darkest corner, two beady eyes pierce the gloom. It's a hen, feathers ruf...Read more