In the flicker of candlelight, shadows weave tales of longing.

Invisible bars, they say, bind the hearts in clandestine embraces.

With whispered secrets and stolen glances, the initiation begins.

Chanting softly, the circle tightens; members unknown to the world yet known to the soul.

Each gaze a vow, each touch a promise, all behind the scene, bars unseen.

Beyond the veil of ordinary, lie the rituals—intimate, fervent, unyielding.