Jan 26, 2013
Fenne-ken Justlikefather Bramoso
In this small street where little life roam sits a girl, shaking and mumbling. She huddles herself in the far corner of the alleyway, the light only dim enough to reveal the ragged white dress adorn over her sickly thin frame and the mass of white hair drapes over her complexion.
She whispers nonsense to no one in particular while one of her hands draws tiny circles onto the dirt.