Naina

Thu, 01 Jan 2026 14:32:15 +0000

The night air was sharp and cold, biting through the thin silk of my blouse. Below, the city was a constellation of indifferent lights, but up here on the cliffside, there was only the whispering wind and the treacherous grit of rock beneath my fingertips. My hand, white-knuckled, was clamped around a brittle branch, the only thing between me and a very long, very final drop