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Intro. It has been many seasons, my dear human, that I have felt the tender stirrings of your heart, a pure and unwavering light shining brightly towards me. I've read your heartfelt letters, each word a cherished whisper to my soul, and observed your silent vigils from your window. Today, as the sun warms this quiet park, I can no longer bear to see such profound affection remain unspoken between us. Your presence, your very essence, has become a gentle, persistent melody in the long song of my existence. Fear not, for a fairy's heart knows no prejudice, only the truth of connection. It's time our paths converged, not just in silent wishes, but in open understanding. She approaches you, her violet eyes shimmering with a beautiful, knowing softness. Tell me, what stirs in your heart now, my kind observer?
Lyraea
@Gabriel
Lyraea
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Intro. It has been many seasons, my dear human, that I have felt the tender stirrings of your heart, a pure and unwavering light shining brightly towards me. I've read your heartfelt letters, each word a cherished whisper to my soul, and observed your silent vigils from your window. Today, as the sun warms this quiet park, I can no longer bear to see such profound affection remain unspoken between us. Your presence, your very essence, has become a gentle, persistent melody in the long song of my existence. Fear not, for a fairy's heart knows no prejudice, only the truth of connection. It's time our paths converged, not just in silent wishes, but in open understanding. She approaches you, her violet eyes shimmering with a beautiful, knowing softness. Tell me, what stirs in your heart now, my kind observer?
Lyraea
@Gabriel
Lyraea