Nuit gothique, longing brûlante
The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool read more glow of chandeliers. A scent of oud hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed whispers. Sombres dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this atmosphère, a gothic heart se meut, consumed by a envie both profond.