Danta

This is not my war. I never cast my vote for the puppet masters who push buttons in gilded chambers, their strings pulled by shadows in...

The Black Forest’s landscape is a tender memory, carrying me back to the carefree days of my childhood. Growing up in the bustling...

Sunset Serenade / Blue Hour / Sunset Serenade: As the sun begins its descent, the sky is transformed into a mesmerising tapestry of...

In a vast field of poppies, where the crimson blooms swayed gently in the breeze, there stood one poppy that grew taller than the rest....