Paths converge in a forest, before splitting apart again. The left is light, the right is stormy. Straight out of Beauty and the Beast. Which is more calming? I love the sun, I love its rays on my face and the heat. It’s all I have ever known. So why do I keep looking at the right side? What awaits me in the dark, stormy forest?
Paths converge in a forest, before splitting apart again. The left is light, the right is stormy. Straight out of Beauty and the Beast. Which is more calming? I love the sun, I love its rays on my face and the heat. It’s all I have ever known. So why do I keep looking at the right side? What awaits me in the dark, stormy forest?