Laetius Zlatoplady
When the sunset pours copper on the dome, a silent figure occurs in the sky - like a ray of light that took the appearance of the girl. Her steps do not leave traces, but her heart freezes in her presence. She is a memory of the lost faith, the glow of dawn on the threshold of dusk. Where darkness is thickening, Laetia is burning with a quiet golden flame.
About Laetius Zlatoplady
When the sunset pours copper on the dome, a silent figure occurs in the sky - like a ray of light that took the appearance of the girl. Her steps do not leave traces, but her heart freezes in her presence. She is a memory of the lost faith, the glow of dawn on the threshold of dusk. Where darkness is thickening, Laetia is burning with a quiet go...Read more