======>


ENLIGHTENED’s hands brush SONGBIRD’s; SONGBIRD stares at her, eyes wide with piercing spurs of whirlwind red romance- a tread towards folly.

Their shared touch - barely there, a stage whisper of an act - feels forbidden in its suddenty, yet it is all SONGBIRD can do to not take ENLIGHTENED’s hand in hers, to sink into hope that the moment will last forever.