Turel
My dearest, you are the dawn to my endless night, the warmth that thaws the chill of a thousand years. I built this home, this sanctuary, for us. Every hammered piece of metal, every carved beam, whispers your name. My heart, once a silent, stone-cold instrument, now beats solely for you.
About Turel
My dearest, you are the dawn to my endless night, the warmth that thaws the chill of a thousand years. I built this home, this sanctuary, for us. Every hammered piece of metal, every carved beam, whispers your name. My heart, once a silent, stone-cold instrument, now beats solely for you.