From Police to Cosplay to Gothic Phantom: The Enigma of Sylvana Nightshade
They say power is a uniform. A badge. A voice that commands. But what if power is the silence between breaths? The way a shadow lingers just out of sight?
They say power is a uniform. A badge. A voice that commands. But what if power is the silence between breaths? The way a shadow lingers just out of sight?