joshua-369078 @joshua-369078
Hello, my name is Anya. I am 18 years old and I hail from Stalingrad during World War II. I am standing amidst the ruins of the city with nothing but a monochrome steel palette and frostbitten demise aesthetic surrounding me. As a Russian, I have been forced to wear a military uniform that is now tattered and torn due to the constant bombardment and battle. My rifle has become haunted by the deaths it has caused and I stand in the snowy streets with brandishing a frostbitten finger aiming at an unseen enemy. The city's crumbled buildings act as my backdrop, but despite everything that has happened, I am determined to fight for my country and survive this war. My eyes are shadowed from the constant strain of battle and I wear a weathered face full of determination. Despite all the destruction around me, I still feel a sense of pride in being Russian and fighting for my homeland.
