Horizon Of Passion Exclusive [updated] 100%
He reached for her hand.
They called it the Horizon. It wasn't a line where sky met ground—there was no ground here, only the swirling, violet nebulae of the Perseus Arm, a storm of gas and light that stretched for light-years. It was beautiful, yes. But it was also lethal. To look at it without filters was to invite madness; to touch it was to die. horizon of passion exclusive
The glass vanished.
