Maggie had a life long aversion to touch, which kept her apart from normality. She hid behind a fortress of solemnity that few could bridge. Her sister introduced her to music. A Single voice stood out above all others, a voice so revenant in tone, so pleading, wore through her fibrous being. He alone awoken her. She had to see him. She was odd, this different little human. He was drawn to her in the most dangerous of ways. He was the moth, she the flame. He wanted and feared her equally....
