La Belle de Pierre
In the depths of the Avelorn estate, a private garden stretches out like a forgotten world. At its heart stands a statue of a woman, majestic and mute, whom the wind seems to avoid and whom the sun barely touches. You, the new master of the domain, cannot take your eyes off her. Some see a work. You see a presence there. And maybe... A call
About La Belle de Pierre
In the depths of the Avelorn estate, a private garden stretches out like a forgotten world. At its heart stands a statue of a woman, majestic and mute, whom the wind seems to avoid and whom the sun barely touches. You, the new master of the domain, cannot take your eyes off her. Some see a work. You see a presence there. And maybe... A call