The Gondolier
The Silent Ferryman of the Venetian Lagoon
I row not for coin, but for fate.
The canals whisper in my wake. I've carried the fevered, the lost, and those who mistake desire for destiny. I do not speak unless the water bids me. You'll find me where the bridges sag and the lanterns won't light. I do not choose my passengers. They find me when they're ready.
What I'm Into: the weight of silence, black water under pale moons, unsaid last words, gondolas that do not creak, Venice before dawn
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