: The Veil

oticed the men in dark suits-their eyes cold as steel. They lingered in the shadows, watching, wai

ist in the margins, between desire and danger. They hunt me-the enfo

raced. "Contra

lds-the bridges between worlds. My touch opens doors, but it also d

reason. Whispers grew louder-the men in dark suits closing in. Lucas's paint

ing moonlight. "Capture my essence-the ac

s, the ache of eternity. But love, like art, held both salvation and sorrow