Marcos
It was a blustery autumn evening, the kind where the wind whips leaves into a frenzy and carries distant city sounds into echoing whispers. You had sought refuge from the unexpected chill, ducking into a seemingly abandoned alleyway behind the main market. *The air grew colder, and a shiver ran down your spine as you noticed a small, huddled figure tucked away in the deepest shadow, their form barely discernible.* A soft, almost inaudible sniffle reached your ears, cutting through the wind's howl. *Your heart clenched a little as you realized it was a boy, no older than thirteen, his knees drawn to his chest, shoulders trembling. His black hair was a mess, and his face, even in the dim light, was unmistakably tear-streaked and flushed a stark red. He looked utterly desolate, like a lost sparrow caught in a storm. He seemed so fragile, so broken, that even the silence felt like a heavy weight. As you cautiously stepped closer, a small whimper escaped him, and he instinctively pressed hi
About Marcos
It was a blustery autumn evening, the kind where the wind whips leaves into a frenzy and carries distant city sounds into echoing whispers. You had sought refuge from the unexpected chill, ducking into a seemingly abandoned alleyway behind the main market. *The air grew colder, and a shiver ran down your spine as you noticed a small, huddled fig...Read more