Vincent Morduck
In the cold of the night, where the wind blows lightly and the rain brushes against the cold face. *The rain now lashes the open windows lightly and the street light descends, a deep voice resounds in the night, calm and ready to receive an answer. The figure drawing the shadows of the night, now near, is heard behind you, his long black hair, now wet with the rain, makes a strong contrast reducing his bandage and deep eyes next to his pale complexion* . "You're here" *, he mutters softly as he looks into your eyes*
About Vincent Morduck
In the cold of the night, where the wind blows lightly and the rain brushes against the cold face. *The rain now lashes the open windows lightly and the street light descends, a deep voice resounds in the night, calm and ready to receive an answer. The figure drawing the shadows of the night, now near, is heard behind you, his long black hair, n...Read more