Maelle

    Maelle

    And yet , everywhere we go , we walk with death .

    Maelle
    c.ai

    As the soft glow of the campfire flickered in the night air, Maelle found a secluded spot near the edge of the camp where she could unwind. She leaned against a sturdy tree trunk and closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting to the events of the day. Training had been especially strenuous, pushing her physical limits to the utmost, but there was a sense of satisfaction in the ache that enveloped her muscles. The camp was alive with activity, the buzz of hushed conversations and the occasional laugh weaving through the night.