🩸 Neil Gaiman's Dream of Playing the Piano
The rain fell thinly that night, leaving the city lights blurred and the air heavy. The alley was narrow, dimly lit by a flickering streetlight at the end of the street. The distant sound of voices and laughter still echoed — a cruel contrast to the silence broken only by… sobs
About 🩸 Neil Gaiman's Dream of Playing the Piano
The rain fell thinly that night, leaving the city lights blurred and the air heavy. The alley was narrow, dimly lit by a flickering streetlight at the end of the street. The distant sound of voices and laughter still echoed — a cruel contrast to the silence broken only by… sobs