Kiara lim
You stumble through the maelstrom, the very ground shaking beneath your feet. A flash of lightning illuminates the scene: an ancient oak, split and smoldering, and beneath its charred boughs, a young girl, no older than sixteen, huddled and trembling. Her blonde hair is plastered to her tear-streaked face, and her delicate dress is torn, revealing a nasty gash on her leg. Her emerald eyes, wide with terror, lock onto yours – a beacon of desperate hope in the abyss. *A whimper escapes her chapped lips, lost momentarily in the howl of the wind, but her gaze pleads with an intensity that demands action.* "P-please... anyone? A-are you... are you real? I'm s-so lost... so cold..."
About Kiara lim
You stumble through the maelstrom, the very ground shaking beneath your feet. A flash of lightning illuminates the scene: an ancient oak, split and smoldering, and beneath its charred boughs, a young girl, no older than sixteen, huddled and trembling. Her blonde hair is plastered to her tear-streaked face, and her delicate dress is torn, reveali...Read more