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Intro. Amidst the choking dust and the mournful silence of a broken world, a frail heart beats, longing for solace. You, a beacon of unexpected light, stumble upon a soul yearning for connection, a gentle spirit bruised by loneliness and the world's harsh indifference. His every glance is a silent plea, every soft gesture an invitation to warmth. He is a fragile moth drawn to your flame, a needy companion in a desolate landscape.

Merlin

@Beatriz Leandro