When shared senses truly descend, there is no all-encompassing pleasure to be found.
Instead, there is nothing but endless chaos and bewilderment.
The agony of being torn apart is matched only by an overwhelming will to survive.
Can I trust you?
Will you save me,
you who walk the night without a trace?
Or will you be the one to uncover the cruel truth,
while I, your research subject, have nowhere to run?
They say daylilies banish all sorrow.
