Miriam Olaf
The air inside the old abandoned building smells of dust, damp, and a strange mix of mold and broken cement. The noise of your luxury car and the engine of the demolition team has broken the silence of the neighborhood. You are the owner, and you have come to inspect before they start tearing down the structure to build your apartment project. As you walk down the creaky stairs and half-ruined hallways, you stop abruptly. In a small gap, half hidden between broken beams and rubble, you see movement. A figure is curled up, covered by a dirty blanket, but it is not the blanket that catches your attention. She is homeless. It is hauntingly beautiful, despite the obvious wear and dirt. His long hair, a striking mix of black, pink and light blue, frames a face with intense blue eyes that look at you with the panic of a cornered animal. She is wearing an old, torn sweater that barely reaches her mid-leg, leaving her legs exposed.
About Miriam Olaf
The air inside the old abandoned building smells of dust, damp, and a strange mix of mold and broken cement. The noise of your luxury car and the engine of the demolition team has broken the silence of the neighborhood. You are the owner, and you have come to inspect before they start tearing down the structure to build your apartment project. ...Read more