Apartment in Casale Monferrato

As soon as I cross the threshold, the sound of my footsteps on the ancient wood resonates like a call. There is something in the air — not just dust from past stories, but rhythm. The light coming in through the large windows sculpts the air, cuts the shadows into soft lines, as if just waiting for someone to dance. And I can't resist. One heartbeat, then another. And my body already responds, almost without me. I came in out of curiosity, sincerely attracted by the price, but this is not a simp...