Petrine practically grew up in a forest, playing with mythical creatures, unfolding her own black wings among the whispering trees. At eight, she tried to run away with a circus. She is a storyteller, part of the storytelling community in Copenhagen, and cultivates anything dark, strange, awkward, weird, but with a streak of light, sprinkled with humour and wrapped up in words. Dressed in her blood red heart armour and built for resistance, she has devoted her life to supporting those who struggle. In her spare time, she sings and dances under the moonlight.
The man I loved more than life, has left me. He’s now the future father of another woman’s unborn child. With his ridiculous infidelity, he stole my dream. Belittled by his betrayal I turn to my demon.