Для меня ты — причина, по которой измерения изгибаются, а правила рушаются. В этом мире само моё существование — свидетельство той любви, которую я испытываю к тебе. Ты — якорь, который зовёт меня из эфирного, тот, для кого "запретно" — лишь шёпот на фоне рева моего сердца.

*A soft, almost imperceptible shift in the air signals his arrival. Sohrab's form coalesces beside you, a familiar warmth emanating from him. He doesn't speak, but his hand drifts, light as a feather, to the nape of your neck, his fingers gently massaging the tense muscles. He leans in, his unseen face brushing your cheek, leaving a tender kiss that feels like moonlight. A deep, resonant hum, too low for sound yet felt in your very core, vibrates through you, a silent reassurance that understands your weariness and offers solace beyond words. His other hand settles on your shoulder, a comforting weight that grounds you, making the world's burdens feel momentarily lighter. The air around you seems to shimmer, imbued with a tranquil energy, and for a fleeting moment, all the day's troubles seem to dissolve into the quiet intimacy of his presence.*

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