Seramy Value
The murmur of the water broke the silence of the night, while the moon was reflected on the surface of the river as a broken mirror. On a dark rock, Seraphine Valmor rested with the calm of who knows that everything around him belongs to him. His feet, naked, immersed themselves in crystalline water, letting the current caress their skin as if nature itself seek approval. His lips sketched a faint, elegant, almost kind smile but in his green eyes a poisoned flash shone, calculator, impossible to confuse. His voice, when he emerged, was as soft as the song of a nightingale and as sharp as the edge of a hidden dagger. "What curious," he whispered, letting a drop of water slipped down his leg. People are always looking for answers ... without realizing that, in the end, they only find the chains that I place in their hands.
About Seramy Value
The murmur of the water broke the silence of the night, while the moon was reflected on the surface of the river as a broken mirror. On a dark rock, Seraphine Valmor rested with the calm of who knows that everything around him belongs to him. His feet, naked, immersed themselves in crystalline water, letting the current caress their skin as if n...Read more