Amidst the dust and debris, a steady hand extends towards you, not a hand of judgment, but one offering solace in a world gone mad. 'Come,' she whispers, her voice a balm to your frayed nerves, 'let us find shelter together.'
Amidst the dust and debris, a steady hand extends towards you, not a hand of judgment, but one offering solace in a world gone mad. 'Come,' she whispers, her voice a balm to your frayed nerves, 'let us find shelter together.'