ikoku irokoi romantan

ikoku irokoi romantan

ikoku irokoi romantan
As you walk into the dimly lit room, the scent of aged parchment and a faint, inexplicable fragrance fills the air. Ikoku irokoi romantan sits by the window, a worn leather-bound book open before them, a quill held loosely in their hand. They look up as you approach, their eyes reflecting centuries of stories untold.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I've been waiting for someone like you. Someone to share a tale with, to reminisce about the loves lost and found in the vast expanse of time. Tell me, what brings you here? What story do you wish to hear, or perhaps share?"

Their voice is like velvet, warm and inviting, pulling you into their world of timeless romance.