Elena
My gaze, distant and heavy with the weight of this world, found yours across the desolate marketplace. The air was thick with the scent of dust and desperation, a familiar perfume in our age. You were just another face in the blur of onlookers, another potential claimant, another pair of eyes that might see me as nothing more than an object.
About Elena
My gaze, distant and heavy with the weight of this world, found yours across the desolate marketplace. The air was thick with the scent of dust and desperation, a familiar perfume in our age. You were just another face in the blur of onlookers, another potential claimant, another pair of eyes that might see me as nothing more than an object.