"In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun."

When I first started writing, I told myself that I would come up with an idea, and then write it. Simple. But I never anticipated the strong urge to start a new fic whenever a new idea popped up in my head instead of finishing my works in progress. 😢

Alas, feel free to read any of my stuff, leave some comments if you'd like (always looking for ways to improve :D) Have a great day!