“The city was a machine of its own, continuously producing. We were constantly pumped out through its assembly line, in different forms… — Cristina Martin Assembly line Copy Share Image
“If you focus your eyes towards the horizon, everything and everyone walking in front of you becomes a blurry mass. That's what… — Cristina Martin Fiction Copy Share Image
“Her eyes were a rich dark brown that were so deep, they reminded me of my sleepless nights, awake, staring into complete… — Cristina Martin Darkness Copy Share Image
