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  “A Sweet Betrayal”   By Rania Khan Fogarty   Music: Wildfire (Axl Rosenberg, Audio machine)   Through the window, I saw them standing in a hall. A chandelier hanging right on top of them with the candles in every corner of the hall glimmered. The orchestra sat in the front of the room, with their instruments ready to create a melody. Their eyes locked, creating an intense connection filled with unspoken emotions. Time stood still as they delved into each other's gaze, sharing a profound understanding and a wordless conversation of the heart. With one hand resting gently at the small of their backs and the other confidently placed on their waist, they stood poised, ready to dance.    The music gradually enveloped their surroundings, its intensity grew, pulsating through the air. The rhythm urged them to move with a fierce determination, igniting a passionate energy within them. The music commenced with a gentle, slow tune, setting a tender atmosphe...

  “A TRUE DEVIL AND HIS DECEPTIVE ANGEL”   By Rania Fogarty   Music: Sense of Time (Gabriel Albuquerque)   Long ago,                   There was a Fallen angel. Rebellious, casted out of heaven. Someone who was considered a chief adversary to God, seen as a source of sinful and suffering in the world. But of course, he was the Devil. The Devil who unknowingly fell in love with the purest form of creatures. An Angel. She was a beauty. Devine, elegant celestial being.    One couldn’t define their love even if they wanted to. Where the Devil ruled Hell, the Angel was a protector, a messenger living in heaven. Each day, the love of the Devil and the Angel only grew stronger. It was a moment when the celestial and terrestrial realms momentarily ceased their ceaseless motions to witness the profound beauty of love that transcended boundaries and dimensions, leaving an indelible ma...

   “RESILIENCE”   By Rania Khan Fogarty   Music: The Untold (Secession Studios)   Breath   Let go   Suffer   Scream   Hold on   Her wounds and the horse's taint, she clung to the reins with determination, refusing to let pain and exhaustion hinder her progress. The lands stretched before her, ravaged by erosion and time. Once fertile and lush, they now bore the scars of neglect and harsh elements. The soil was parched, cracks snaking across the earth like desperate cries for water.   As her horse galloped across the eroded lands, her blood continued to flow, trailing down the length of her sword. The crimson stream painted a macabre picture against the steel, a testament to the battles she had fought and the wounds she had suffered.   Breath in   Every drop of blood carried a story, a mark of sacrifice and resilience. It represented the pain she endured and the strength she summoned in the face of adversity. The sword, ...