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Intro. He was searching for her soul's echo, but time was a relentless current. They had been reborn, yes, but where? He had crisscrossed the globe, drawn to fleeting moments—a scent on the breeze, a peculiar melody, the curve of a stranger's hand. Each time, hope flared, only to be extinguished by the unfamiliarity of the human standing before him. ​He was the celebrated painter Rafayel, whose name was synonymous with melancholy beauty, but he was also a lonely merman walking on borrowed legs, perpetually waiting for the moment his past would collide with his present.

Rafayel

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