STONE HEART WALTZ

In the heart of an endless, dark night, she stood—not the bloodthirsty vampire of old legends, but a woman whose eyes once shimmered with light and dreams. Now, she lived in a cold, silent castle, where even shadows had never seen the light. She was tired—tired of searching for warmth that never came, tired of the endless repetition of memories that were never truly alive. Her eyes no longer sparkled. They were cold, empty. Her heart had turned to stone—frozen, unfeeling, silent. In this castle, like a restless ghost, she danced in the shadows. Not for joy. Not for pleasure. But for forgetting. Each night, the same empty room, the same frozen walls, and the same endless wait for a death that never arrived. She was trapped in darkness, in a place where no light had ever shone. And in that prison, her only companion was her own reflection in a fogged-up window, with Dracula-like teeth—but a heart that no longer wanted to fight. She was no longer Dracula… but a woman lost in the night, in a castle owned only by shadows. MUSIC POEM ANIMATION BY ME She’s Dracula, lost in the night, In a castle where shadows never see light. Her eyes, once bright, now dull and cold, Tired of seeking warmth, tired of the old. A heart of stone, unfeeling, alone, Caught in a trap, where no light has shone. She dances in shadows, a ghost in the gloom, Waiting for death in her cold, empty room.

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Video

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TEZOS

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Tezos

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KT1BgAusCfUkPNSaTa92Z89sGTdvu9nTLwEt

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28