Nuit gothique, passion ardent
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 conversastions. Sombres 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, w