Tuesday, 2 January 2024
The sugar flavour of meadow wrapped nectar in the air, and my eyes searched for its source, your face the essence of what I had been waiting for all those cold and lonely years my family had made me the guardian of Elysian and hell, until you stepped into my world like a galaxy bursting in front of an astronomer's telescope.
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