Nuit gothique, longing brûlante
The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of bougeoirs. A scent of patchouli hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed conversastions. Eaux dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this atmosphère, a gothic heart palpite, consumed by a need both profond. Ton