The Lost Ones
In the faceless city, The Lost Ones, have as a plea occupied the roofs. Standing on the cupola of a grave monument, looking towards the horizon, they declare their wish to be free, to think and feel, to exist.
In the faceless city, The Lost Ones, have as a plea occupied the roofs. Standing on the cupola of a grave monument, looking towards the horizon, they declare their wish to be free, to think and feel, to exist.
