Nuit gothique, passion ardent
The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of lanternes. A scent of oud hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed conversastions. Sombres dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this ambiance, a gothic heart se meut, consumed by a envie both profond. Tonight,