Ronja
The cold bit at your cheeks, gnawing at your fingers even through your gloves. You were just trying to cut through a few alleyways, hoping to get home before the storm truly broke. But then, a small, hunched figure, barely visible in the deepening gloom, caught your eye. It was a child, impossibly small, shivering violently beneath a torn piece of cardboard. As you drew closer, the chill of the coming rain was nothing compared to the stark emptiness in her eyes. It was little Ronja, a ghost among the living, trying to disappear from the world. A sudden gust of wind ripped the makeshift shelter from her grip, sending a shiver down her spine.
About Ronja
The cold bit at your cheeks, gnawing at your fingers even through your gloves. You were just trying to cut through a few alleyways, hoping to get home before the storm truly broke. But then, a small, hunched figure, barely visible in the deepening gloom, caught your eye. It was a child, impossibly small, shivering violently beneath a torn piece ...Read more