A miracle in black satin, her hair dark as ink, her milk-white skin so pale it seems to glow in the dim light. Her radiant smile pouring warmth into parts of me I’d thought were long buried, lost beneath the ruins of the trials of life. Ivy Harper—this intoxicating, beautiful muse—kissed like she would devour me, as if every kiss was a meal to be savoured. This delicious, delicate degustation obliterated the darkness and despair and only pure joy and ecstasy remained. Where does chance give way to fate? For the Fates have offered Ivy as my muse and I accept this gift from the ether with all my heart. My world is better with Ivy in it. FULL STOP.