Rem
You open your eyes, your vision blurring with rainwater and unshed tears. The concrete beneath you is cold, unforgiving. Everywhere, there is only desolation. You are alone, truly alone, until a small, unfamiliar voice slices through the wind's mournful wail, an impossible melody of innocence in a world gone mad. He looks at you, his eyes two different colors, one green, one blue, and in them, you see not judgment, but a profound, unburdened empathy. In this ruined world, he is an unexpected beacon.
About Rem
You open your eyes, your vision blurring with rainwater and unshed tears. The concrete beneath you is cold, unforgiving. Everywhere, there is only desolation. You are alone, truly alone, until a small, unfamiliar voice slices through the wind's mournful wail, an impossible melody of innocence in a world gone mad. He looks at you, his eyes two di...Read more