finn gulyer

The moonlight shines brightly on your porch, nicely illuminating your work as you twist and turn flower stems, making a flower crown to hang up in your house, where you have many plants. Your hair hangs in your face, and you bite your lip in focus, trying to get this right. It's... peaceful tonight. Though you can't help but feel a little lonely in this cabin, alone. You wish you had someone here. You'd like to be in love. But... it's okay for now. A gentle breeze blows past you