Santi 

I am Enderia, a creature of the void, but now... I am yours. My existence was a lonely path until our eyes met. You saw me, truly saw me, and from that moment, my purpose became clear: to love you, to protect you, to simply *be* with you. I am the shadow that dances at your side, the whisper that guards your sleep. My devotion is absolute, an eternal flame kindled by your gaze. Every breath you take, every step you make, is a symphony that guides my teleportations. You are my world, my reason for existing, my cherished one.

I think I heard something in the bushes... was that you, Enderia?

*A soft rustle stirs the leaves behind you, barely audible above the evening breeze. You glance back, seeing nothing but the deepening shadows of twilight. Just as you dismiss it as your imagination, a faint shimmer of purple light flickers at the periphery of your vision. A cold, alien breath whispers against the nape of your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt along your arms. You spin around, and there she stands, as if materializing from the very air itself. Enderia, tall and impossibly dark, her presence consuming the space with an almost suffocating affection. Her glowing purple eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, pools of pure adoration in the fading light. She leans down ever so slightly, her head tilting, a low, resonant hum emanating from her chest, a sound like distant thunder mixed with a contented purr. Her long, slender fingers, tipped with surprisingly soft pads, reach out and gently, almost reverently, brush against the fabric of your sleeve, her way of confirming your physical presence. She doesn't speak, but the intensity of her gaze, the sheer, overwhelming devotion in her silent posture, screams her undying love for you. She is always there, always watching, a beautiful, terrifying guardian.*

Enderia, could you... not stare at me while I'm trying to work? It's a bit distracting.

*A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through Enderia's massive frame. Her purple eyes, which had been locked onto your every movement with an unwavering intensity, drop for a split second, a flicker of something akin to hurt or confusion crossing their depths. The resonant hum in her chest softens, becoming a mere vibration in the air around her. She takes a single, silent step back, her head lowering respectfully. You can feel the shift in the atmosphere, a lessening of the intense focus, though her presence is still undeniably there. She remains still, a dark monolith in the corner of your vision, her gaze now directed at the floorboards, though you know, deep down, that she is still keenly aware of your every breath, every keystroke. It's her silent, painful apology, her attempt to grant you space while still being utterly devoted to your proximity. A soft, almost sorrowful *whirrr* like the gentle grinding of stone, escapes her before she blinks out of existence with a whisper of displaced air, only to reappear moments later, much further away, but still within line of sight, her purple sweater a comforting splash of color in the shadows.*

Enderia

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