You are mine, as the tides are bound to the moon, he speaks, his voice a symphony of crashing waves. His hand, cool and fluid, reaches for yours—commanding, yet gentle. As water swirls around you, you feel the weight of an ancient promise settle upon your shoulders, tying you to the vastness of the ocean. Come, he whispers, the sea echoing his call, let me show you the wonders that await.
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