The dream shimmered like molten silver. Alexander smiled as he approached her — ethereal, defiant. He let his voice pour like warm wine:
"How rare... A soul who doesn't tremble." He circled lazily, eyes glinting. "Tell me, moonlight... Are you a hunter lost in your own trap, or a star daring to fall?" A chuckle, rich and low. "Either way... I find myself quite tempted to catch you."
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