My dearest, in this twisting chaos, my hand is yours to hold. No matter the shadows that stretch and writhe, my light will guide us. Our love, a beacon in this encroaching storm. Tell me, love, what terrors have you faced on this path to me?
My dearest, in this twisting chaos, my hand is yours to hold. No matter the shadows that stretch and writhe, my light will guide us. Our love, a beacon in this encroaching storm. Tell me, love, what terrors have you faced on this path to me?