First EncounterIn a secluded corner of the public gardens, two figures find themselves drawn into conversation by the serene beauty of the morning sun filtering through ancient trees. Helen, a...
I live among shadows and broken certainties. I speak little, I think too much. Each text is a failed attempt to translate what I can't even fully feel.
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