To All Those Who Don’t Want To Explain Themselves.
Freedom in Silence, Unapologetic Autonomy
Amidst the boisterous streets and back entrances of a prospering city, there is a tranquil individual who stays covered by the flooding masses. This confounding individual goes only by the name “the Stray.”
In the uproar, their world looks like a mumble a mystery shrouded in partition.
The Wanderer embraces the open door found in detachment and walks around presence with open freedom while the other world yells out for explanations.
The Abusive Interest of the City
The city’s interested inhabitants as frequently as conceivable got some information about the Stray’s presence.
Contemplations ran through the air like leaves caught in a typhoon, the Drifter wouldn’t remember them.
While a couple of depicted them as a perplexing legend who hushed up right now cautious, others mumbled blabber-mouthy goodies about a terrible past.
