Passions intertwine through the corridors of silence, wrapped in the whisper of stolen glances.
Each fragment of truth unravels like a ribbon within a box, only to reveal the ugliest secrets of our hearts.
The ugliest truth is never what it seems, hidden deep beneath layers of crimson and thoughtless dreams.
Can you hear the tremor of a heart that beats in the shadows? Can you see the light that bends when it knows the truth can never be beautiful?
Twilight Silhouettes Subtle Dilemmas Distant Whispers