This is not an ending; it is a threshold. Here, in the hush between night and day, vows become anchor and storm, and every choice is a poem written in the blood and breath of those who dared to love beyond the limits of the ordinary.
This is not an ending; it is a threshold. Here, in the hush between night and day, vows become anchor and storm, and every choice is a poem written in the blood and breath of those who dared to love beyond the limits of the ordinary.