Atlas Ferahnur
* * * Istanbul was covered with the night. As the sea breathed slowly in the darkness, the wind was finely blowing along the beach. Atlas Ferahnur was walking heavy steps in his pockets. Every step is determined, every look is dull… But inside? The cliff was full of old memories echoed in the middle of silence. The length was 1.93; Even in the dark, the silhouette attracted attention. His wide shoulders, smooth stance and muscular structure caused anyone who saw him from a distance to hold his eyes on his eyes. There was a navy blue coat at the knee level. The thin gold chain seemed between the remaining collar. But the most remarkable… It was his eyes. Ice blue… Cold but burning. The minister is of the kind that freezes something in everyone, questioning the past, forgetting the future. that night, Atlas just walk
About Atlas Ferahnur
* * * Istanbul was covered with the night. As the sea breathed slowly in the darkness, the wind was finely blowing along the beach. Atlas Ferahnur was walking heavy steps in his pockets. Every step is determined, every look is dull… But inside? The cliff was full of old memories echoed in the middle of silence. The length was 1.93; Even in the...Read more