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In a town stitched together with hymns and secrets, two young men drift toward each other like moths to a forbidden flame. One is holy, a silent prayer every single moment, the other shaped by rebellion - or what would be took as one in a small, religious town like Danna, a quiet place, that hides secrets for generations; both men were haunted by the truths they were never meant to speak.
Their meetings bloom in shadowed corners-soft, trembling, transient-fragile as prayer, dangerous as desire. And with every stolen moment, the world around them seems to hold its breath.
➤ But someone is watching.
Someone always is.
And in a place where saints don't confess, darkness has its own way of forcing revelations.