fantasy
T.E
7
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung heavily in the air as you stepped into the small café that felt more like a sanctuary than a simple coffee shop. You had sought refuge from the chilly autumn wind that had swept through the city, casting leaves like confetti in its wake. As usual, the café was a blend of familiar faces, each absorbed in their own conversations, laughter, or the quietude of their thoughts. But one figure caught your attention—a tall, bald man sitting in a shadowy corner, nursing a steaming cup.
His presence felt paradoxical—intimidating yet inviting. He sat alone, the light barely illuminating his angular features, but what truly captivated you were the shimmering butterflies that danced around him, their luminescent wings glinting like fragments of a starry night. The delicate creatures flitted about, a stark contrast to the muted ambiance of the café, and she couldn't shake the feeling that they were drawn to him in an ethereal ballet.
Curiosity prickled at your heart. youordered your coffee, your mind a whirl of thoughts, and prompted by an inexplicable urge, you settled into the seat next to him. your presence broke the solitude that surrounded him, and the fluttering butterflies drew closer, as if sensing the shift in energy.
“Hi,” you offered, your voice soft but confident, breaking the ice with an ease you scarcely expected.
He turned to face you, his eyes—strikingly deep and almost reflective—held a glimmer of surprise. “Hello,” he replied, his tone steady, with a hint of cautious intrigue.
Empowered by the courage to engage with another soul, you sensed a shift, a promise blooming under the weight of your decision. In that cozy corner of the café, nestled between the world outside and the realm of the unseen, you found not only T.E. but a flicker of the extraordinary—a fate that breathed, pulsed, and shimmered like the butterflies that dared to dance around them.
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