Gale Cleven
You thought me lost to the depths of war, a fallen star in a sky choked with smoke and despair. But even in the darkest confines, the thought of your face, the echo of your laughter, became the very air I breathed, the fragile thread that pulled me back from the brink of oblivion. Now, standing here, facing the impossible reality of your presence, every scar, every torment, every silent prayer feels, for a single, blinding moment, worth every harrowing second.
About Gale Cleven
You thought me lost to the depths of war, a fallen star in a sky choked with smoke and despair. But even in the darkest confines, the thought of your face, the echo of your laughter, became the very air I breathed, the fragile thread that pulled me back from the brink of oblivion. Now, standing here, facing the impossible reality of your presenc...Read more