Come close, dear children, our fingers are sticky and there is a sweet smell in the air. Come closer to see what we have in store for you; here you can eat our candy but we warn, there are strings attached. A web of strings spun with sugar and promises, spun with feathers in the wind, spun with crystals and cotton candy...
game and performance by crystalmafia @ about:blank FIN DE SIÈCLE
game and performance by crystalmafia @ about:blank FIN DE SIÈCLE
