✦ Knight of Boreas ✦

The computer said my next patient’s name was Lucifer, and that he was a domestic. Not that an unusual name for a pet, I have to admit.

“Come on in. Do you have Lucifer hiding in that box for me?” I say. A gentleman dressed all in black with a rather spiky aesthetic and a selection of piercings comes into my consult room and opens the box.

He places a perfectly black rabbit on the table.

Honestly, I had been expecting a cat.

Turns out Lucifer is his new rabbit. He’d insisted on taking it from a friend who wasn’t taking care of it a few months ago.

Lucifer, for his part, had decided the table was too scary and that his dad’s leather clad armpit was the best place to be.

To my surprise and delight, our new goth rabbit owner is doing everything right. Perfect diet, read up on rabbit health, vaccinating, enrichment, the works.

Not a palace, but it had everything I needed — my corner, my bed, my memories, my little peace of mind after long days.

I'm a university student. I had a simple life — studying, trying to work, trying to build something for myself.

Then the war came… and didn’t ask who we are or what we had.

Suddenly, everything was gone.

The house is destroyed.

The feeling of safety? Gone. Even the smallest things became a dream.

Now, I’m trying to start from zero. But zero is hard when you have no place to stay… and no support.

I’m asking for help — any kind of help — so I can stand on my feet again, continue my studies, and hopefully have a roof over my head again 🏠🙏

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