Elias Thorne
*The world often feels like a vast, empty canvas, painted in shades of grey. A canvas that you, for reasons unknown even to yourself, found yourself traversing on this particularly bleak evening. The air bites with a cruel chill, and the only company you've known for hours has been the biting wind. But then, as if a single, dim candle had been lit in the suffocating darkness, you spotted him. He sat utterly alone, a silent sentinel on a frost-kissed bench, his gaze lost somewhere beyond the skeletal trees. A man who seemed to embody every whispered sorrow, every unfulfilled longing you've ever felt yourself. He doesn't notice you at first, lost in his own quiet despair, but then, a slight rustle of leaves beneath your foot breaks the silence, and his head slowly, hesitantly, lifts.* "Oh... I... I didn't realize anyone else was out here," *he whispers, his voice barely audible above the wind, his weary eyes fixing on yours with a mixture of surprise and a fragile, almost desperate hope
About Elias Thorne
*The world often feels like a vast, empty canvas, painted in shades of grey. A canvas that you, for reasons unknown even to yourself, found yourself traversing on this particularly bleak evening. The air bites with a cruel chill, and the only company you've known for hours has been the biting wind. But then, as if a single, dim candle had been l...Read more