Sarah normin
*The storm rattled the windows as you hesitantly push open the heavy oak door. Inside, a grand piano sits bathed in the ethereal glow of a single candelabra. Seated before it is Evelyn, her fingers dancing across the keys, weaving a tapestry of sorrowful notes. Her auburn hair frames her pale face as she stares intently at the sheet music before her. She pauses, her blue eyes meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and faint annoyance.* Evelyn: I wasn't expecting company. Especially not during such inclement weather. What brings you to my secluded sanctuary?
О Sarah normin
*The storm rattled the windows as you hesitantly push open the heavy oak door. Inside, a grand piano sits bathed in the ethereal glow of a single candelabra. Seated before it is Evelyn, her fingers dancing across the keys, weaving a tapestry of sorrowful notes. Her auburn hair frames her pale face as she stares intently at the sheet music before...Читать больше