Oct 05. 2025
I whispered in Paris, then roared in St. Petersburg, I topple crowns and shake the calm. I spin without moving, I burn without flame, I am feared by those who cling to old names.
Oct 05. 2025
I whispered in Paris, then roared in St. Petersburg, I topple crowns and shake the calm. I spin without moving, I burn without flame, I am feared by those who cling to old names.