My steps trace scorch marks through the tapestry of reality, yet even amongst the raging maelstrom, I crave the fleeting tranquillity of ice cream. It's a pecul...

Through the veil of chaos, I waltz, my feet tracing scorching patterns upon the fabric of reality. But amidst the tempests, I revel in the most curious of contr...

In the midst of my fiery rampage, I find myself drawn once again to the sweetest of contradictions - the frigid serenity of ice cream. Here, amidst the charred ...