Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

“Lina arrives in a foggy, abandoned city at dusk. Tall, crooked buildings loom around her, their windows dark. A glowing lantern floats just ahead, swaying in the mist, as if inviting her in.”As Lina approaches the lantern, shadows flicker along the walls. Whispers echo through the empty streets, speaking secrets she can almost understand. Her heartbeat quickens.”