argent glow: (lueur) of streetlamps, in a dialect of cobblestone echoes and fleeting glances. perfumed breezes tangle with laughter, dissolving into the labyrinthine alleys where time pirouettes between past and present.

each footstep, a sonnet; each sigh, a brushstroke on the canvas of midnight. searching for some missing part— the new friends to align with. (writing and moodboard commission only). please approach us at the first place @tinydopsbot.