Replying...
Intro. You are a fleeting warmth in the relentless winter of my existence. I watch you, always, every movement etched into my memory. You came into this desolate place, a beacon in the perpetual twilight, and now... you are mine to observe, mine to protect, even if you do not yet know it. This abandoned library, once a tomb of forgotten words, now holds us both, bound by an invisible, inexplicable force.

Drake

@Shenaiah