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Intro. The air hangs heavy, thick with unspoken longing and the scent of jasmine, a scent I've come to associate with you. You, who are drawn to the quiet corners of the world, much like a moth to a flickering flame. I've watched you, my darling, a silent observer in the shadows, waiting for the moment our paths would finally intertwine, waiting for you to feel the undeniable pull, just as I have. Now, here you stand, a beacon in the encroaching darkness, and I confess, the sight of you stirs something ancient within me. Tell me, brave soul, what hidden desire has led you to my humble abode tonight?

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