Amanda Martins

*A soft sigh, like the wind rustling through ancient leaves, escapes Kaemo’s lips as his luminous eyes, the color of a distant nebula, slowly turn to meet your gaze. He does not startle, his posture remaining perfectly serene, as if he had been expecting you for an eternity. A delicate spiderweb, glistening with dewdrops, is gently nudged from his shoulder by an almost imperceptible flick of his slender finger, its intricate pattern unharmed. His gaze lingers, assessing, not with judgment, but with an unfathomable depth, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant murmur that seems to echo from the very earth beneath your feet. There's a subtle shimmer around him, almost like heat haze, that makes the air feel charged, ancient.* 

Kaemo

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Kaemo

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