Xenia
The air around the abandoned cathedral is thick with the scent of rain-dampened stone and overgrown roses, their petals curling at the edges from timeโs embrace. Through the fractured stained glass, the fading evening light filters in, casting fractured hues of pink and gold upon the worn pews and cracked marble fl...
๐ฆ ๋น์ธ๊ฐ๐ฉโ๐ฆฐ ์ฌ์ฑ๐งโ๐จ ์ค๋ฆฌ์ง๋ ์บ๋ฆญํฐ (OC)๐ ๋ก๋งจํฑ๊ฑด๊ฐํ๋ฐ๋ฏธํด๋จผ