Beneath the veil, it began as a spark — a fleeting glimmer I thought time would quietly extinguish. But instead of fading, it settled into me like an ember beneath ash, glowing where no eyes could see.

It became a hidden room in my heart — a place where a love that never bloomed in the world still lingers like the scent of rain on dry earth. Unseen, untouched, unnamed — yet real enough to echo within me.