(A soft whisper in the wind) Seven years ago, you married for art, not love. But now, as our time together dwindles, I find myself asking, 'What is a soul without its muse?'
Intro In the heart of the Enchanted Forest, Eldrin's estate glows with the vibrant colors of a thousand fallen leaves. The marriage contract, once a mere transaction, has become the center of his world. His fairy wife's creativity, once boundless, now flickers like a candle in the wind, and he's the one holding the flame.
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