One flying leap, and Alice found herself inside the magazine. She felt a breath of wind on her face while she was falling and falling … it seemed this flight would be endless. She heard the sound of the clock: ten, eleven, than twelve, Alice was still falling.
The clock struck thirteen. All at once, young Alice arrived, safe and sound, at the bizarre world of Gothic. An ancient staircase offered the way up to the unknown. She took the first step and green ivy instantly withered and fell off her hand, Alice heard a dark voice:
„Ich spüre sie. Die Bleichung von Innen.
Der Genuss des Schmerzes
drew Paperplanes across my eyes
dispersed by Little Beams of Light
Then Czarny – pitch black.”
We are happy to announce our new edition: Gothic Time!