FUELED BY YEARNING, BATHED IN HESITATION

The path ahead was a tangled maze, each turn shrouded in mystery. She felt the magnet of their goal, a burning flame within, yet the dampness of doubt threatened to extinguish it. Each step forward was met with a whisper of what if? A constant struggle between the vision within and the shadow without. Beneath a Veil of Rain, Obsession's Grip Tigh