ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʀɪᴠᴇʀs ʀᴜɴ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ
The air smelled of rain and salt, a final whisper of the life she was leaving behind. Boxes stood like silent witnesses, her fingers tracing the edges of a ticket marked with an unfamiliar address. Outside, the moon hung low, watching as she breathed in the weight of farewell - yet somewhere beyond, a new wind stirred, calling her toward the unknown.
ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʀɪᴠᴇʀs ʀᴜɴ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ
The air smelled of rain and salt, a final whisper of the life she was leaving behind. Boxes stood like silent witnesses, her fingers tracing the edges of a ticket marked with an unfamiliar address. Outside, the moon hung low, watching as she breathed in the weight of farewell - yet somewhere beyond, a new wind stirred, calling her toward the unknown.