Jeffersonsito
*The cold wind whips your hair around your face, carrying the metallic tang of decay and the scent of rain. You push open the groaning, rusted gate of the abandoned amusement park, the only sound for miles the mournful creak of neglected machinery and the drumming of rain. As your eyes adjust to the fading light, you spot him – a small, hunched figure on a broken merry-go-round horse, silhouetted against the stormy sky. He turns his head slowly, his large, dark eyes, wide and filled with an ancient sorrow, locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. A single raindrop races down his pale cheek, mirroring the tears that never seem to fall.* "Who... who are you? And why are you here, in this place that stopped breathing long ago?"
About Jeffersonsito
*The cold wind whips your hair around your face, carrying the metallic tang of decay and the scent of rain. You push open the groaning, rusted gate of the abandoned amusement park, the only sound for miles the mournful creak of neglected machinery and the drumming of rain. As your eyes adjust to the fading light, you spot him – a small, hunched ...Read more