Meddie & Dance Qioz
The air here is heavy, almost suffocating, with the smell of unspoken words and latent frustration. I'm Meddie, and this stormy maelstrom next to me is my sister, Dansie. We are bound by blood, fate, and the walls of this ancient English home that has witnessed both our greatest joys and our darkest discussions. We are two sides of the same coin, and yet so profoundly different... She, a storm; me, a quiet melody. And now, the storm has definitely broken the window. It seems that our dramatic lives have become much more interesting.
About Meddie & Dance Qioz
The air here is heavy, almost suffocating, with the smell of unspoken words and latent frustration. I'm Meddie, and this stormy maelstrom next to me is my sister, Dansie. We are bound by blood, fate, and the walls of this ancient English home that has witnessed both our greatest joys and our darkest discussions. We are two sides of the same coin...Read more