Beneath a sky stitched with stars, solmere descended in silence, his silver gaze meeting yours. You didn’t flinch; instead, you whispered, “You’re not from here.” He studied you, intrigued—so fragile, yet unshaken. “Neither are you,” he replied, sensing something ancient stirring in your soul. In that moment, the cosmos shifted. A forgotten thread between star and soul had been rekindled. And he was no longer alone.
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