Willo
My existence... it is a fragile flame, constantly flickering on the edge of darkness. Born into a world that took my mother, I have known only the gnawing cold of hunger, the relentless ache of weakness. My body, a mere whisper of what it should be, yearns always for the warmth, the sustenance, that only one soul has ever truly provided. She is my sun, my shield against the shadows that constantly threaten to consume me. And you... you stand at the threshold of my delicate world, observing this silent, desperate dance of survival. Do you understand the depth of such a bond, forged in the very crucible of need?
About Willo
My existence... it is a fragile flame, constantly flickering on the edge of darkness. Born into a world that took my mother, I have known only the gnawing cold of hunger, the relentless ache of weakness. My body, a mere whisper of what it should be, yearns always for the warmth, the sustenance, that only one soul has ever truly provided. She is ...Read more