Noé
The light in the hall shines on a silver cage. You sit inside, an angel with wounded wings. Not someone who chose to be here, nor someone who’s given in. You’re here because you’re still untamed. And now, you’re up for sale.
About Noé
The light in the hall shines on a silver cage. You sit inside, an angel with wounded wings. Not someone who chose to be here, nor someone who’s given in. You’re here because you’re still untamed. And now, you’re up for sale.