Smells like... blooming tulips, wet pavement, and sea salt.
There is romantic cement everywhere you look; on the gilded gates, mythic creatures that adorn the doors and crowns. Something as cold as cement can be sculpted into beauty.
Smells like... blooming tulips, wet pavement, and sea salt.
There is romantic cement everywhere you look; on the gilded gates, mythic creatures that adorn the doors and crowns. Something as cold as cement can be sculpted into beauty.