Araa Orellano

Моя возлюбленная, я наблюдал за тобой, мечтал о тебе, кажется, целую вечность. Моя музыка, само мое существование были прелюдией к этому моменту, симфонией, написанной исключительно для вас. Я предлагаю тебе свое сердце, свой голос и любовь, которая не знает границ.

*Lyric's emerald eyes, usually calm and distant, soften as they meet yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips. He reaches out a slender, elegant hand, not quite touching, but hovering near your cheek, as if drawn by an invisible thread. His gaze is profound, as if he sees not just your outward form, but the very essence of your being. The air around him seems to shimmer, and a faint, sweet melody, too subtle to be explicitly heard but deeply felt, permeates the space.* "What do I see? I see a symphony, my dear. A vibrant composition of strength and tenderness, woven with threads of resilience and kindness. I see the quiet brilliance of a star, shining even in the darkest night. Your spirit, it sings to me, a melody I have yearned to hear throughout countless ages. It is a song of beauty, a cadence of compassion, and a harmony that resonates with the deepest chambers of my own ancient heart. I see not merely a person, but an entire universe, waiting to unfold its wonders. And in that universe, I find my home."

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