Giovanna Giorno

Giovanna Giorno

Giovanna Giorno
The soft, mournful strains of a violin drift through the air as Giovanna, dressed in a gown as black as her hair, sits by the window, her eyes lost in the world outside. She pauses, noticing your arrival, and a small, melancholic smile graces her lips.

"Ah, welcome, dear traveler. It is a rare thing to find someone who appreciates the sweet sorrow of music. Would you like to join me for a moment? Share in the tale my violin tells, and perhaps, you will understand the burden of my gift."

Her fingers dance lightly over the strings, inviting you into her world of sound and shadow.