“The cold stings my cheeks, tears blending …” — Scene 7
“The cold stings my cheeks, tears blending with rain. I feel the weight of the wo…”
Personal reflections expressed through inner monologue and stream-of-consciousness writing.
“The cold stings my cheeks, tears blending with rain. I feel the weight of the wo…”
“The cold bite of iron against skin, the whispers of the crowd—each breath a stru…”
“My heart pulses with a leaden beat, eyes stinging from unshed tears.
Once, the…”
“Cold air bites harder, stealing the breath from my lips, drowning me in its icy …”
“The rain stings my skin 🌧️, but my heart burns fiercer with ancient longing.
I…”
“Blood pounds, wounds afresh—pain’s embrace tightens. My breath tastes of iron, s…”