NUIT GOTHIQUE, LONGING BRûLANTE

Nuit gothique, longing brûlante

The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of chandeliers. A scent of oud hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed secrets. Sombres dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this atmosphère, a gothic heart palpite, consumed by a envie both irrésistible. Toni

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