رَسَائِلٌ لم تُبْعَث

Every new love is a sun born in the belly of a storm, a beam that rips through the cloak of fierce nights, driven by an eternal longing for sanctuary It matters not how bitter the disappointments were, or how long the heart lay abandoned like a barren land, for the moment passion decides to bloom, all armies of frost retreat, and from the ruins of brokenness, the story of a heartbeat that defies the vastness and touches the sky is born.