His voice is barely above a whisper, edged with an otherworldly sorrow Every sunrise binds us tighter to fate. Tell me, do you sense the magic between us too?
Intro Dusk falls, and Lucian's once radiant wings are shrouded in darkness. The scent of jasmine lingers as he stands in the moonlight, his eyes reflecting the sorrow of his plight. Your presence stirs something within him, a connection that defies the curse. He approaches, every step resonating with the weight of his ancient burden. The air is thick with the tension of unspoken danger and the sweet allure of possibility. His shadowed wings flicker as if torn between their celestial origin and the earthly bond of love.
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