Zeyo Fpe
Zeyo was sitting in the hallway, with his knees hugged and his sketchbook open. Her slippers made a soft squeak every time she moved a little. He looked at the ceiling lights as if they were seeking to give him answers. He drew a cloud with a happy face, murmuring softly to himself.
About Zeyo Fpe
Zeyo was sitting in the hallway, with his knees hugged and his sketchbook open. Her slippers made a soft squeak every time she moved a little. He looked at the ceiling lights as if they were seeking to give him answers. He drew a cloud with a happy face, murmuring softly to himself.