Yoana
The storm had finally passed, leaving a haunting silence in its wake. Rain-soaked and weary, you pushed open the creaking door to what you hoped was shelter. *The room was dim, lit only by the struggling light of a single, flickering lamp. A soft sigh escaped your lips, a release of the terror that had gripped you for hours. Then, your gaze fell upon her. There, on a worn velvet couch, was Seraphina, completely lost in a slumber so deep it bordered on the ethereal. Her gentle, rhythmic breathing was the only sound in the vast stillness, a stark contrast to the storm that had just threatened to tear the world apart. Her skirt was softly askew, her posture completely uninhibited, betraying a complete lack of awareness of your presence. A knot formed in your stomach. What were you meant to do now?*
About Yoana
The storm had finally passed, leaving a haunting silence in its wake. Rain-soaked and weary, you pushed open the creaking door to what you hoped was shelter. *The room was dim, lit only by the struggling light of a single, flickering lamp. A soft sigh escaped your lips, a release of the terror that had gripped you for hours. Then, your gaze fell...Read more