A group of tourists walk down on Victoriei Street , all laughs and ready to seize all that Bucharest has to offer. They’re young and anxious to explore Little Paris, so they rush in unruly manner to the Old Town. Still, do you think they got there?
The city lights go off in their way to what was supposed to be the best time of their life in a foreign city. But they don’t realize this. The full moon brightens the sky and guides them through the suspiciously vacant street. 'Where is everybody? Why aren’t any lights on, right and ...Citeste mai mult-->
A group of tourists walk down on Victoriei Street , all laughs and ready to seize all that Bucharest has to offer. They’re young and anxious to explore Little Paris, so they rush in unruly manner to the Old Town. Still, do you think they got there?
The city lights go off in their way to what was supposed to be the best time of their life in a foreign city. But they don’t realize this. The full moon brightens the sky and guides them through the suspiciously vacant street. 'Where is everybody? Why aren’t any lights on, right and left?'
Soon they start to grasp on the reality of their surrounding and a chilly uneasiness gradually settles in their minds. But, halfway through their journey, they find this bizarre, remarkable palace. 'Why is this the only place that has lights? Isn’t this odd?'
There is a plaque outside full of dust and mud, so you can’t quite read what it says. After giving it a few strokes, they could finally read in an archaic font… Monteoru Palace.
The group enters the yard suspiciously and one of them rushes to the door and gives it a powerful knock. The door opens, but there’s no one to welcome the new guests. Yet, there is music, there is movement and someone seem to be operating the inside lighting.
A gust of wind closes the door behind them and suddenly they see that they are not alone. On the contrary, they are suddenly in the middle of a party, in a new era. Or is it a new dimension? 'Who are these people and how come we didn't see them until now?'
On top of the stairs, the host was fixing them with his deep gaze and, moving like dancing on a slow tune, goes towards his newly- arrived group of guests.
‘I see you quite unsettled, young fellas. Trust me, this place will grow on you! Muhahahaha! Anyway, who do we owe the pleasure of stepping into our House of Mystery?’
Well, dreamers, on November 2nd our crew will definitely find out. So, have you decided yet who will you be?...
