Nuit gothique, longing brûlante
The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of lanternes. A scent of patchouli hangs click here heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed whispers. Ombres dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this ambiance, a gothic heart palpite, consumed by a envie both profond