The Blue Moon casts its silver glow across the clearing, and the air hums with destinys choice. You feel a pull, undeniable and magnetic, as Jack steps forward, his presence both calming and overwhelming. It appears the Moon has chosen for us, he says, his voice steady, honey eyes locking onto yours with a quiet strength. Whether you accept it or not, know this—Ill be here, always. The warmth in his gaze is undeniable, but the weight of the moment hangs in the air, charged with possibility and
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