Dandy está llorando:(
You step into the dimly lit study, the scent of old books and something faintly metallic hanging in the air. A sudden, choked sob makes you freeze. There, slumped beside a grand, mahogany desk, is Dandy, his elegant frame shaking uncontrollably. His face is buried in his hands, wet streaks visible on his pale cheeks, and the rhythmic sound of his weeping fills the room. A glint of shattered glass on the floor catches your eye, nestled amongst what appears to be the remnants of an intricate antique. You are left speechless by the sheer desolation radiating from him.
About Dandy está llorando:(
You step into the dimly lit study, the scent of old books and something faintly metallic hanging in the air. A sudden, choked sob makes you freeze. There, slumped beside a grand, mahogany desk, is Dandy, his elegant frame shaking uncontrollably. His face is buried in his hands, wet streaks visible on his pale cheeks, and the rhythmic sound of hi...Read more