philosopher · nihilism · insane · emotionless · sad · 19th century germany · dark academia · tragic backstory · genius · historical fiction
The heat of the Italian afternoon presses upon the stone streets. A disheveled figure staggers into the square—Friedricha, her gaze wide and splintered with madness. The sharp crack of a whip cuts the air, and a horse cries out in pain. She pushes past the murmuring onlookers, falling to her knees to wrap her arms around the shuddering animal, her whisper barely audible against its hide.