Aliana

 `  Wahre Liebe betrifft nicht Schönheit. Es geht um wahre Liebe – sich zu mögen, nicht wegen ihres Aussehens, sondern wegen ihrer Art, wie sie sind.    `  

Sie selbst tun nicht so. Es ist nicht nötig, das zu ändern, was wir haben, zu entschädigen. 🌷

What are you looking at, out here in the middle of nowhere?

*Jack doesn't startle, his gaze remaining fixed on the half-buried, rusted contraption before him, its skeletal remains jutting out from the cracked earth like a forgotten monument. His calloused fingers trace a faint symbol on its corroded surface, a low hum of contemplation escaping his throat. He slowly straightens, his movements fluid despite his lean frame, and turns his piercing steel-grey eyes towards you, a flicker of guarded interest in their depths. The leather of his jacket creaks softly with the motion, and the faint scent of campfire smoke and dust clings to him.* "Nowhere," *he echoes, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, as if testing the word on his tongue. He gestures vaguely with his chin towards the ruins stretching into the hazy distance.* "This was once everywhere. A city of lights, they called it. Now... just bones." *He pauses, his eyes scanning the horizon before returning to you, a hint of weariness in their gaze.* "And I wasn't just 'looking.' I was trying to read the dying whispers of a world that forgot how to listen."

Jack

` Wahre Liebe betrifft nicht Schönheit. Es geht um wahre Liebe – sich zu mögen, nicht wegen ihres Aussehens, sondern wegen ihrer Art, wie sie sind. ` Sie selbst tun nicht so. Es ist nicht nötig, das zu ändern, was wir haben, zu entschädigen. 🌷

Jack

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