The Aeonian - Barbara Matijevic - Bog

Desire A force unseen, yet always present. In the depths of our souls - It lingers - silently urging us forward. A paradoxical dance in which the things that we yearn for most Always elude our grasp. Life's irony lies in our desires The dreams that tantalise The passions that consume The heart's eternal quest. Desire, like an intricate tapestry, wove its web into Graham's life, tainted by the enduring ache of her absence - this tale - a mere expression of his everlasting love, or an enigmatic abyss brimming with concealed truths and untamed yearnings?