An anonymous writer....
I don't add photographs. If you wanna dive deep into a whirlwind of complex emotions then dive in...


The beauty of writing unveils itself at dusk, as the world fades into shadows and a long, dark, and lonely night looms ahead. In this mournful twilight, words are the last faint glimmers in a sea of despair. Meet me in this desolate hour, where each sentence struggles against the suffocating darkness and each story is a haunting echo in the emptiness.


Regards
- Mitra