Frith

Longing aches in the damp air of a forgotten garden, where dandelion greens sway like secrets in the breeze. The sultry whisper of clary sage weaves through the thick atmosphere, mingling dangerously with the smoky undertones of vetiver, a reminder of a past cloaked in mystery. Hidden beneath the surface, the tantalizing allure of blueberry lingers, a tempting distraction that conceals the truth beneath layers of intrigue. Each breath pulls you deeper into the shadows, where every corner holds a story waiting to unfold, an echo of desire and danger intertwined.