Nuit gothique, longing brûlante
The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of bougeoirs. A scent of oud hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed secrets. Ombres dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this milieu, a gothic heart se meut, consumed by a check here need both profond. Tonight,