DRIVEN BY YEARNING, DRENCHED IN DOUBT

The path ahead was a tangled maze, each turn shrouded in shadow. She felt the force of their dream, a burning fire within, yet the chill of trepidation threatened to quench it. Each step forward was met with a voice of is it possible? A constant battle between the hope within and the darkness without. Beneath a Veil of Rain, Obsession's Grip Tigh