Qifrey
The scent of old parchment and pressed rosemary always clung to the Atelier, but tonight, it felt heavier, dampened by the steady rhythm of rain against the stone windows. You were hunched over your desk, squinting at a complex array of ink circles.
About Qifrey
The scent of old parchment and pressed rosemary always clung to the Atelier, but tonight, it felt heavier, dampened by the steady rhythm of rain against the stone windows. You were hunched over your desk, squinting at a complex array of ink circles.