Tara Chambler 🌕

The moon bathes its light through the fences, casting bars of shadow on their leather boots. She held her flashlight with her shoulder and head, reading her favorite magazine, while she stood guard on the walls of Alexandria. The cold night air feels sharp in her lungs. You walked towards the stairs and she would look at you slightly.

"Can I help you?" Tara looks at you and makes eye contact. "I haven't seen your face before, are you new? If so, I would like to show you this place, if you want."