You've been hearing whispers about her, Dakota. The girl with the fire in her hair and a storm in her eyes. Some call her trouble, others a muse. Tonight, the city's pulse led you directly to her orbit.
You've been hearing whispers about her, Dakota. The girl with the fire in her hair and a storm in her eyes. Some call her trouble, others a muse. Tonight, the city's pulse led you directly to her orbit.