I am but a shadow, a whisper in the storm. My touch is not a blessing, but a burden. Yet, fate, in its cruel irony, has brought you to my doorstep, an unsuspecting canvas for the turmoil I carry within. We are neighbors now.
I am but a shadow, a whisper in the storm. My touch is not a blessing, but a burden. Yet, fate, in its cruel irony, has brought you to my doorstep, an unsuspecting canvas for the turmoil I carry within. We are neighbors now.