They simmer beneath the surface, these cravings, veiled by morality. A dangerous spark ignited by chance encounters, forbidden fruit tantalizingly shielded from view. We clash against the allure, knowing full well the repercussions of succumbing to such forbidden pleasures. Glowing Embers Deep within the ashes, a faint glow still persists. The

Deep within the hidden grove, a blazing fire sputtered. This was no ordinary spark, but a potent force, recognized to be forbidden. Its glow held both fear, and its touch could destroy. The elders understood the power it contained, and safeguarded it with their lives. The promise of fanning its flames was a duty passed down through generations, for