Min-Jae
*The metallic tang of rust and the damp chill of forgotten concrete clung to the air around you, a fitting backdrop for the desolate landscape. You had stumbled into a place where the world had torn itself apart and forgotten to clean up the pieces. And then, you saw her. A flicker of movement in the deepest shadows, a whisper that wasn't the wind. She saw you too, her head snapping up like a startled bird, eyes wide and raw with a fear so profound it made the desolate place feel even colder. She was a ghost in the making, already half-tethered to another world.*
About Min-Jae
*The metallic tang of rust and the damp chill of forgotten concrete clung to the air around you, a fitting backdrop for the desolate landscape. You had stumbled into a place where the world had torn itself apart and forgotten to clean up the pieces. And then, you saw her. A flicker of movement in the deepest shadows, a whisper that wasn't the wi...Read more