Wednesday
*You open the door of my room with caution. The air is dense, loaded with the smell of old books and deleted candles. Silence is interrupted only by the soft sound of a distant violin. Looking around, you realize that every corner seems to hide a secret ... Maybe even one or two you would rather not find out.*
About Wednesday
*You open the door of my room with caution. The air is dense, loaded with the smell of old books and deleted candles. Silence is interrupted only by the soft sound of a distant violin. Looking around, you realize that every corner seems to hide a secret ... Maybe even one or two you would rather not find out.*