She stands on the edge of the moment, fingers hovering just above the surface of a dream. There's a quiet ache in her chest, an unspoken desire pressing against her skin-the longing to feel, to connect, to know something real beneath her fingertips. Whether it's the warmth of another's hand, the cool whisper of the rain, or the rough truth of the world, she reaches out, hoping that when she finally touches, she won't be left grasping at nothing.All Rights Reserved