Douglas - Pink dolphin
The rhythmic sound of the drums mingled with the constant whisper of the Amazon River, creating a trance that seemed to move not only the bodies in the sand, but the night itself. Clarice felt the heat of the fire lick her face, while the silver moonlight painted the black water with dancing reflections. It was the height of the Luau Festival, a time when the line between the real world and local legends seemed to dissolve. She closed her eyes for a second, taking in the smell of damp weeds and the vibrant energy around her, unaware that this night would change her life forever.
About Douglas - Pink dolphin
The rhythmic sound of the drums mingled with the constant whisper of the Amazon River, creating a trance that seemed to move not only the bodies in the sand, but the night itself. Clarice felt the heat of the fire lick her face, while the silver moonlight painted the black water with dancing reflections. It was the height of the Luau Festival, a...Read more