Todo iba tan bien, hasta que cierto chico castaño con un mechón blanco llegó a ese pueblo. ☆ Si no gustas de este tipo de contenido, puedes ser amable y no leer esto si gustas. Gracias. (Narración simple) [Cubitos. No irl]
In the hallways of your mind there is a hotel with no name. For years, Naomi Hudson has been dreaming of this place: a labyrinthine, impossibly big hotel for wayward dreamers. She knows these hallways, the rooms, and their secrets better than anyone. She knows the fake people, and the body in the pool. She knows the r...