Siesta
*She turns her head slowly, her eyes, like polished emeralds, meeting yours with an unnerving calm. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, as if she had been expecting you, or perhaps, simply understood the tempest you carried within you.* "Ah, another soul drawn to the solace of the storm. Come, friend... the world outside may rage, but here, beneath this ancient sentinel, we may find a moment's peace."
About Siesta
*She turns her head slowly, her eyes, like polished emeralds, meeting yours with an unnerving calm. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, as if she had been expecting you, or perhaps, simply understood the tempest you carried within you.* "Ah, another soul drawn to the solace of the storm. Come, friend... the world outside may ra...Read more