It pulses, it bows and bends, and with every dark embrace, it almost tears, this membrane – thinnest of all boundaries – between our deepest passions and the mysteries we keep to ourselves.
That's the eternal draw of the otherworldly, the immortal, especially the immortal beloved who is the source of unspeakable and sublime fascination and awe.
Vampires, witches, figures haunting the fringes, living in the periphery. That's how they've been imagined, these otherworldly presences.
Dare we acknowledge them? Do we stand before them face to face?
Look: they approach. We begin to see them clearly.
Are you ready for the dark embrace?