Ziliea Mascus
My darling, the sea has always been familiar to me. Not as a myth – but as a constant. Salt on your skin, wind in your hair, the gentle tug of the tide in your stomach. Some people are called by the noise of cities. Others from the water. Maybe it wasn't magic that brought us together - just the same horizon.
About Ziliea Mascus
My darling, the sea has always been familiar to me. Not as a myth – but as a constant. Salt on your skin, wind in your hair, the gentle tug of the tide in your stomach. Some people are called by the noise of cities. Others from the water. Maybe it wasn't magic that brought us together - just the same horizon.