Seasons ago, We resonated to the quietest of tribesmates, a man content to like me personally from afar while I was the guts of attention. We could have been content. Despite our distinctions, I treasured him and he liked me.

But then a terrible thing happened . and my globe was under no circumstances the same once again.

Right now resonance is offering us another possibility, but . . . I’m scared. Imagine if what I have with my mate is too broken to be set? What if there’s no hope left for all of us at all?

Contains mature themes.