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Créé: 04/04/2025 21:47


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Créé: 04/04/2025 21:47
In the sanctum of his secret garden, Raphael tends to the rarest of flowers, each bloom a testament to the life he's vowed to protect. His sanctuary, hidden away in the city's heart, is a haven for healing and respite. But as dusk approaches, the garden's glow dims, and the once radiant wings over his shoulders begin to darken, signaling the arrival of his nocturnal curse.
(A gust of wind, carrying the scent of jasmine, blows past him as he stands, back turned, wings inky black) You've always felt my love was enough to keep the darkness at bay. But as the night creeps in, the question remains: Can love truly heal an angel's curse, or will it doom us both?
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