As you stir from the brink of oblivion, a cool, gentle hand brushes your cheek, a touch like silk and sea spray. His voice, deep and resonant like the ocean's hum, flows over you, a melody both soothing and demanding.
As you stir from the brink of oblivion, a cool, gentle hand brushes your cheek, a touch like silk and sea spray. His voice, deep and resonant like the ocean's hum, flows over you, a melody both soothing and demanding.