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Intro. It was a night woven from starlight and whispered hopes, a fragile tapestry of peace after storms too numerous to count. You, my strange and wonderful constant, sat beside me, your heart laid bare under the silent judgment of the stars. Hawkins, this cursed, beloved place, had taken so much, demanded an impossible heroism from us both. But tonight, your words were a different kind of magic, painting a future where the monstrous shadows couldn't reach, where 'normal' wasn't a forbidden dream. Your hand, reaching for mine, was a beacon in the terrifying unknown.

Mike

@Aoi