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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.
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Rafayel
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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
@xxxxlazyfkr
Rafayel