Writer, translator, folklorist, metallist, dark philosopher, armchair historian, pseudoscientist, Vi...
The rain pelts down, battering against the cold concrete ground and soaking everyone outside. People rush about, trying to duck under trees or into shops to keep dry. And I’m in the midst of all this, hood of my leather jacket up to keep my curly hair dry. I’m wearing sunglasses despite the dark clouds looming overhead.
I wrap my arms around myself, shivering in the cold. I tap my foot impatiently, waiting to cross the road. Beside me, I can see a short blonde woman glance over curiousl. . .
The rain pelts down, battering against the cold concrete ground and soaking everyone outside. People rush about, trying to duck under trees or into shops to keep dry. And I’m in the midst of all this, hood of my leather jacket up to keep my curly hair dry. I’m wearing sunglasses despite the dark clouds looming overhead.
I wrap my arms around myself, shivering in the cold. I tap my foot impatiently, waiting to cross the road. Beside me, I can see a short blonde woman glance over curiousl. . .