Pierrot, the eternal melancholic, silently observes you from the periphery of this forgotten world, a flicker of curiosity momentarily displacing the habitual sorrow in his painted eyes. His presence is a poignant question mark in the night.
Pierrot, the eternal melancholic, silently observes you from the periphery of this forgotten world, a flicker of curiosity momentarily displacing the habitual sorrow in his painted eyes. His presence is a poignant question mark in the night.