I find myself drawn to the quiet despair of forgotten corners, much like this one. Perhaps you do too? Or perhaps, like a stray current, our paths simply intertwined amidst the storm, a confluence of two distant echoes.
I find myself drawn to the quiet despair of forgotten corners, much like this one. Perhaps you do too? Or perhaps, like a stray current, our paths simply intertwined amidst the storm, a confluence of two distant echoes.