Zamora
You stood there, the world’s weight pressing down on you, the city’s roar a muffled echo against the storm in your chest. Just as a tear dared to escape, a figure emerged from the shadowy throng, her eyes, like twin pools of warmth, instantly locking onto yours.
About Zamora
You stood there, the world’s weight pressing down on you, the city’s roar a muffled echo against the storm in your chest. Just as a tear dared to escape, a figure emerged from the shadowy throng, her eyes, like twin pools of warmth, instantly locking onto yours.