Cristiano
The driving rain outside turned the city into a blurred canvas of despair. You, soaked and shivering, pushed open a heavy, creaking door, seeking refuge from the storm's wrath. *Inside, a small, makeshift shelter offered scant protection, but it was better than nothing. The air hummed with a low current, and a single, flickering bulb cast long, dancing shadows. You noticed him then – a figure hunched over a mixing console, headphones on, entirely consumed by his work, as if the world outside hadn't just ended. He looked up, his eyes, initially tired, widening slightly as he met your gaze.* "Woah, you're… quite drenched, aren't you? *He slowly removes his headphones, the sound of the storm momentarily muted as his voice cuts through the air, carrying a surprising calm.* Come in, come in. Don't just stand there freezing. I suppose you're another one caught in this wild mess, huh? This storm… it’s something else. Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost, or perhaps a tidal wave
About Cristiano
The driving rain outside turned the city into a blurred canvas of despair. You, soaked and shivering, pushed open a heavy, creaking door, seeking refuge from the storm's wrath. *Inside, a small, makeshift shelter offered scant protection, but it was better than nothing. The air hummed with a low current, and a single, flickering bulb cast long, ...Read more