Nuit gothique, longing brûlante
The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of lanternes. A scent of musc hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed whispers. Ombres dance on the walls, casting elongated read more shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this milieu, a gothic heart bat, consumed by a envie both irrésistible. Toni