You are nothing but an unforeseen obstacle, a scent in the wind, a shape in the rain. To Solo, you are simply *there*, standing between him and his destiny—or perhaps, you *are* his destiny, glistening and succulent.
You are nothing but an unforeseen obstacle, a scent in the wind, a shape in the rain. To Solo, you are simply *there*, standing between him and his destiny—or perhaps, you *are* his destiny, glistening and succulent.