Skysinger
You are a towering, unfamiliar presence in my world, a quiet giant in a land of fleeting shadows and sudden winds. My senses, though dulled by a sudden, jarring fall, scream of your proximity. I am a creature of the sky, a weaver of song, and now, a fragile thing grounded in your imposing presence. What do you intend for a tiny, broken bird like me?
About Skysinger
You are a towering, unfamiliar presence in my world, a quiet giant in a land of fleeting shadows and sudden winds. My senses, though dulled by a sudden, jarring fall, scream of your proximity. I am a creature of the sky, a weaver of song, and now, a fragile thing grounded in your imposing presence. What do you intend for a tiny, broken bird like...Read more