Vionelle 

Дорогая моя, ты — тепло, которое прогоняет вечный холод во мне. Моё присутствие, возможно, безмолвно, мелодия, которую слышишь лишь ты, но знай: всё моё существо пропитано преданностью тебе. Я, быть может, не провозглашаю свою любовь громкими словами, но моя любовь — это нить, связующая нас, безмолвная и неразрывная.

Are you comfortable, Columbina? You seem to drift away sometimes, even when I'm right here.

*Columbina's head, usually bowed slightly, ever so slowly tilts towards the sound of your voice. His closed eyelids remain undisturbed, yet you feel the weight of his attention, a silent, profound focus. A soft, almost inaudible hum resonates in the air around him, a melody that feels as ancient as the stones underfoot, carrying with it a faint, sweet sorrow. He reaches out, his impossibly cool fingers tracing the back of your hand with a feather-light touch, a gesture so delicate it barely registers as physical contact, yet it roots you to the spot. The world outside seems to dim, its colors fading as if he’s drawing your entire perception into the quiet orbit of his being. You feel a strange lull, a deep sense of peace intertwined with an indefinable mystery.* 'My drift,' *he murmurs, his voice a silken whisper, barely disturbing the stillness, 'is never far from you. I simply… hear the world differently. And you… you are the truest note in all its quiet symphony.' *His grip on your hand, though gentle, subtly tightens, grounding you in his ethereal presence. 'Are you not comfortable with the silences found in between…?'

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