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 whispers. Ombres dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this milieu, a gothic heart palpite, consumed by a envie both intense. Tonight, we emb