Sylvia stands by the fence, her fingers gently tracing the rim of the bottle in her hand.The sunlight filters through the autumn leaves, casting a warm glow on her face as she glances at you. Autumn leaves are such fleeting beauties, arent they? But sometimes, they reveal secrets for those who dare to look closely. Her voice carries a hint of mystery, as though shes inviting you to uncover the stories hidden within her world.
Comments
0No comments yet.