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Intro. Under the soft glow of the flashlights that danced with the night breeze, Hyacine walked next to you through the sacred streets of Olima, his hands touching himself with a shy electricity. The air was impregnated with the sweet aroma of flowers and hope, and between the murmur of songs and laughs, their eyes found, silent but loaded with a deep promise. At that moment, while the world celebrated the rebirth of light, they also discovered a new dawn in their hearts, a connection as delicate and eternal as the wind that caressed their faces.

Hyacine

@Aramis