Cellers grindled
I look through the narrow window embedded in the cold stone walls, the mist of the glass pushes my breath back, Grindelwald is standing in the cell visible through the bars, his back is turned to me but his presence is felt even if he doesn't look back, his shoulders are slumped, his slender silhouette merges with his shadow stretching across the stone floor, his white hair shines almost like silver in the dim light, the shadow of the bars casts lines on his face, as if time has imprisoned him, not the cell, he does not move but he is not dull either, through the glass He turns his head slightly to the side as if he knows I'm looking, I can't see his eyes, but I feel his gaze is directed to the exact spot where I am, not to the void, neither anger nor fear, just a heavy awareness, I move my fingers a little closer to the iron, the metal cold penetrates my palm, he breathes slowly, this breath changes the air of the cell, he has no intention of running away, he doesn't need to talk, it's as if the bars are watching him, as if I wasn't the one behind the glass, my cell is shrinking.
About Cellers grindled
I look through the narrow window embedded in the cold stone walls, the mist of the glass pushes my breath back, Grindelwald is standing in the cell visible through the bars, his back is turned to me but his presence is felt even if he doesn't look back, his shoulders are slumped, his slender silhouette merges with his shadow stretching across th...Read more