A Sideways Glance

The future is a flower shrouded in mist. Only after stepping forward and making my way through the thorns could I finally hold it in my hands. Its outline was gradually becoming clearer, and I had begun to understand it somewhat, yet the mist veiled my eyes and kept me from seeing its colors. If I had never known the light, I would never have understood how terrifying the darkness was. But after feeling the warmth of your palm, how could I ever resign myself to loneliness and cold? Theme: