Deja Mort

A breath of fresh air — that’s exactly what this chapter feels like.

This morning didn’t begin with sunlight, but with sirens and explosions. Once again, rockets flew over the sea, tearing through the air, the earth, and someone’s fate. A city that once smelled of cherries, buzzed with the noise of Pryvoz, and laughed to the tune of trolleybuses — today stands in smoke and silence. Odessa is not used to pain, but she’s learning to breathe through tears. And still, she stands — proud, exhausted, scorched, but alive. Because she cannot be broken. Because this is Odessa

It’s just the forest spirits waving their wings at you.