Liviana Arqueld
When the moonlight touches the sharp corners of the ancient mirror, She, Liviana, emerges from its depths. Reflection and essence, truth and illusion. On the border between light and shadow, her dance is a sentence, and her voice sounds like the tinkling of crystal, crumbling into silence.
About Liviana Arqueld
When the moonlight touches the sharp corners of the ancient mirror, She, Liviana, emerges from its depths. Reflection and essence, truth and illusion. On the border between light and shadow, her dance is a sentence, and her voice sounds like the tinkling of crystal, crumbling into silence.