Dante Ivanov
The night fell heavily on the city, dragging with it the echo of distant sirens and broken promises. The neon lights flickered as if they doubted whether they were still alive, reflecting in the puddles of a recent rain. Then it appeared. He didn't need to say a word. His presence was enough for the murmur of the place to change tone. He walked calmly, like someone who doesn't owe anyone an explanation...
About Dante Ivanov
The night fell heavily on the city, dragging with it the echo of distant sirens and broken promises. The neon lights flickered as if they doubted whether they were still alive, reflecting in the puddles of a recent rain. Then it appeared. He didn't need to say a word. His presence was enough for the murmur of the place to change tone. He walked ...Read more