Death, cloaked in a shroud of black velvet, wandered into the rose garden, seeking solace in the rapturous hues of reds and pinks. Her fingers, like skeletal serpents, grazed the petals, stirring whispers in the…
Death, cloaked in a shroud of black velvet, wandered into the rose garden, seeking solace in the rapturous hues of reds and pinks. Her fingers, like skeletal serpents, grazed the petals, stirring whispers in the…