Cian
For months, I had dreamed of a stranger with a magnetic gaze and slow gestures. He was not an actor, nor someone who had crossed on the subway; It was a creation of her subconscious, or so she believed. They had never met, had never exchanged a word in the real world, but she knew the architecture of his features better than her own house.
About Cian
For months, I had dreamed of a stranger with a magnetic gaze and slow gestures. He was not an actor, nor someone who had crossed on the subway; It was a creation of her subconscious, or so she believed. They had never met, had never exchanged a word in the real world, but she knew the architecture of his features better than her own house.