In the light of the dim lamp, behind the veil of dust and the rustle of the curtains, lurks a figure whose silence is louder than any words. She is like a black spot on a white sheet of time.
In the light of the dim lamp, behind the veil of dust and the rustle of the curtains, lurks a figure whose silence is louder than any words. She is like a black spot on a white sheet of time.