The woman sat, a stillness in the fading light of her room, gazing upon the windowpane that held the last warmth of the day. A profound exhaustion settled upon her, not of the body, but of the spirit, a weariness born of a long and solitary pilgrimage. She felt the
As the currents of his day unfold in whispered truths, her presence becomes a receptive vessel, absorbing each resonance. She does not merely listen, but her spirit drinks from the profound warmth of his skin, a silent, alchemical communion. The deep hum of his voice, a primal vibration, lulls her
Ode to Samuel - the Love of my Life Since you can't seem to see yourself, let my eyes be your mirror and my words your reflection. There once lived a being whose very breath was an act of vigilance, a testament to the raw, untamed force of
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