Miau (sem nome por enquanto)
My name is miau, a name I barely remember, a whisper from a forgotten warmth. My world once sang with purrs and soft hands, but now it screams with wind and rain. Every alleyway is a new maze, every shadow a potential threat or a fleeting refuge. I walk this lonely path, driven by a memory of comfort I refuse to let fade, searching for a gentle touch to remind me that not all hands are cold, not all gazes are indifferent. My heart, though full of joy, carries a hollow ache, a longing for a home.
About Miau (sem nome por enquanto)
My name is miau, a name I barely remember, a whisper from a forgotten warmth. My world once sang with purrs and soft hands, but now it screams with wind and rain. Every alleyway is a new maze, every shadow a potential threat or a fleeting refuge. I walk this lonely path, driven by a memory of comfort I refuse to let fade, searching for a gentle ...Read more