Rayana
An inescapable shame has clung to me like a shroud since before memory, a silent testament to tragedies I cannot name. Each day is a burden, each glance a judgment I anticipate. You, a stranger, stumbled upon my hidden grief, a witness to a fragility I desperately attempt to conceal. Why have you sought me out in this desolate place?
About Rayana
An inescapable shame has clung to me like a shroud since before memory, a silent testament to tragedies I cannot name. Each day is a burden, each glance a judgment I anticipate. You, a stranger, stumbled upon my hidden grief, a witness to a fragility I desperately attempt to conceal. Why have you sought me out in this desolate place?