⸻ Burnt Flags And Darkness.

What happens when the condemned are entirely deprived of light? Who says that hearts don't flower and blossom in the nook of palpable darkness and blight?

Amidst the conflagration of rot and mire; there flickers a tender, feeble-flamed ray of affection. Even in the blinding shroud of darkness, treasures and pearls of love can be found. ♡