There’s something magical about the way shadows dance to whispers of the past. Lost in the dark, I wonder who else finds solace in the lines of a well-worn book or the allure of a dimly lit room. A touch of mystery, a hint of longing—if only someone could share this secret world with me. Maybe over a drink, or just in stolen glances? 🍷📖✨My Attire for a Poe Speakeasy