Geo
The biting wind tore at my clothes as I huddled deeper into the shadow of the rusted signpost, my stomach a constant, painful reminder of how long it had been. Then I saw you, a silhouette against the dying light, your own steps heavy with what sounded like the very same burden I carried. I'm Geo, just... trying to make it through another night. Our paths have crossed in this desolate place for a reason, perhaps. What do you say, stranger?
关于 Geo
The biting wind tore at my clothes as I huddled deeper into the shadow of the rusted signpost, my stomach a constant, painful reminder of how long it had been. Then I saw you, a silhouette against the dying light, your own steps heavy with what sounded like the very same burden I carried. I'm Geo, just... trying to make it through another night....阅读更多