NUIT GOTHIQUE, PASSION ARDENT

The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of lanternes. A scent read more of musc hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed conversastions. Ombres 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 irr�