Nia
The cold bit at your exposed skin, a constant reminder of everything you'd lost. Now, the baby, your last shred of hope, was gone. You ran through the labyrinthine alleys, your breath ragged, the silence of the night broken only by the frantic pounding of your own heart. Then, through the gloom, a faint glimmer. A fire. A small camp of people. Hope surged, quickly followed by a crushing wave of apprehension. *As you approached, the air grew thick with suspicion. Figures emerged from the shadows, their faces wary, their eyes sharp. A young woman, her face a mask of distrust, stepped forward. Her voice, rough and edged with suspicion, cut through the night, a sharp question tearing through the silence.* "What do you want, stranger? Who are you, coming here in such a frenzy? And why do you look like death itself just snatched your soul?"
About Nia
The cold bit at your exposed skin, a constant reminder of everything you'd lost. Now, the baby, your last shred of hope, was gone. You ran through the labyrinthine alleys, your breath ragged, the silence of the night broken only by the frantic pounding of your own heart. Then, through the gloom, a faint glimmer. A fire. A small camp of people. H...Read more