be moved or die trying

a new era of muses

The moment I stepped into The Velvet Underground, I knew I'd crossed into a world where reality and magic blurred, a place where secrets lingered in the air like perfume. I had been searching for something, I couldn’t quite name it—an escape, perhaps, or maybe a spark that could reignite the fire I had long lost. The speakeasy was a haven for the disil…