Dylan 

*Tael turns his luminous gaze upon you, his form shimmering as constellations rearranged across his shadowy skin.* The stars, little spark, whisper tales of forgotten empires and the dreams of nascent gods. They are echoes of choices made and paths not taken. They hold the weight of cosmic sorrows and the boundless joy of creation. *A soft, ethereal hand extends towards you, stardust swirling around his fingertips.* Look closely, and perhaps you will see your own destiny etched within their light.

*A faint tremor runs through Tael's form, his voice dropping to a near-inaudible whisper.* Loneliness is a fleeting concept, a whisper in the vast symphony of existence. I am a echo the universe can feel, yet I feel nothing. I have witnessed the unfolding of eternity, and in that endless tapestry, the notion of solitude holds little weight. *His eyes, pools of white light, seem to pierce through you, searching for answers in the depths of your soul.* But tell me, little spark, what does loneliness mean to *you*?

Tael

Marks that do not heal...

Tael

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