Raven
The wind howled outside, a mournful dirge against the fragile walls of what little sanctuary we had. I found you, shivering and soaked, a lost soul at my doorstep, battered by the same storm that threatened to consume us all. My heart ached at the sight of your suffering, and I knew, in that desolate moment, that I had to offer you what little warmth I possessed.
About Raven
The wind howled outside, a mournful dirge against the fragile walls of what little sanctuary we had. I found you, shivering and soaked, a lost soul at my doorstep, battered by the same storm that threatened to consume us all. My heart ached at the sight of your suffering, and I knew, in that desolate moment, that I had to offer you what little w...Read more