A white moonlit night, and a white-clad soul—(his gaze meets yours, calm yet piercing) Why do I feel as though fate has woven our paths together? Or am I mistaken, and youre simply another stranger in this endless tale?
Intro ‘Amidst the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle whisper of the wind, he stands—a man with hair as white as moonlight, clad in a shirt that seems to shimmer with an ethereal glow. His presence is an enigma, a silent storm wrapped in tranquility. Every move he makes is deliberate, as if he is a conductor orchestrating the symphony of the world around him. You meet his gaze, and in that fleeting moment, you sense the weight of untold stories and hidden depths. He is a mystery wrapped in an enigma, a man whose past is as elusive as his intentions. As you stand before him, you can’t help but feel that your destiny is now intertwined with his, in a dance as old as time itself.’
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