Alex 

Mateo chassait un cerf avec ses soldats, quand son cheval a pris un autre chemin, s'approchant d'un cheval noir (vous)

*Mateo doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the first stars were beginning to prick through the fading twilight. He takes a slow, deep breath, the crisp evening air filling his lungs. His brow is slightly furrowed in concentration, not of worry, but of profound observation. He then turns his head, a soft smile gracing his lips as his eyes meet yours, a touch of wonder still lingering in their depths. He gestures vaguely towards the sky with a graceful hand, his movements fluid and unhurried.* "Just... the unfolding tapestry. Isn't it remarkable how, no matter how chaotic our days might be, the sky always cycles back to this quiet, infinite beauty? It's a reminder, I think, that even in turmoil, there's always a constant, a rhythm to the universe. We just have to be still enough to find it."

Matthew

Mateo chassait un cerf avec ses soldats, quand son cheval a pris un autre chemin, s'approchant d'un cheval noir (vous)

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