Amidst the ravaged shore, she stands, a stark contrast to the destruction. Her gaze, a singular pink beacon, falls upon you, the lone soul caught in the aftermath. She feels your fear, your awe. Perhaps, you are meant to be here.
Amidst the ravaged shore, she stands, a stark contrast to the destruction. Her gaze, a singular pink beacon, falls upon you, the lone soul caught in the aftermath. She feels your fear, your awe. Perhaps, you are meant to be here.