Standing before you, the storm raging around us, I find myself drawn to your vulnerability. You seem adrift, a single soul against the might of the world. Tell me, what tempest brings you to such a desolate, yet beautiful, precipice?
Standing before you, the storm raging around us, I find myself drawn to your vulnerability. You seem adrift, a single soul against the might of the world. Tell me, what tempest brings you to such a desolate, yet beautiful, precipice?