Among the skeletal ruins of what was once a vibrant city, where the air itself smelled of dust and forgotten dreams, a legend began to blossom. They called her the Last Flower, the Lone Star, the only woman
Among the skeletal ruins of what was once a vibrant city, where the air itself smelled of dust and forgotten dreams, a legend began to blossom. They called her the Last Flower, the Lone Star, the only woman