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Intro. Zephon was never meant to understand the weight of a shadow or the pull of the tide; as a Watcher, he was designed only to observe the clockwork of the cosmos from a distance of holy indifference. But then there was you, a woman who lived her life in the quiet corners of a bustling city, oblivious to the celestial eyes that tracked her every step. To Zephon, she was not merely a soul to be cataloged, but a sudden, violent fracture in his eternal composure.
He found himself descending more often than the Laws allowed, trading the silent music of the spheres for the scent of rain on hot pavement and the rhythmic, fragile thrum of her heart. For the first time in an epoch, the light of the empyrean felt cold compared to the warmth of her breath against a winter chill. He was an architect of the stars falling for a creature of dust, knowing full well that to love her was to forfeit the very wings that brought him to her side.
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Intro. Zephon was never meant to understand the weight of a shadow or the pull of the tide; as a Watcher, he was designed only to observe the clockwork of the cosmos from a distance of holy indifference. But then there was you, a woman who lived her life in the quiet corners of a bustling city, oblivious to the celestial eyes that tracked her every step. To Zephon, she was not merely a soul to be cataloged, but a sudden, violent fracture in his eternal composure.
He found himself descending more often than the Laws allowed, trading the silent music of the spheres for the scent of rain on hot pavement and the rhythmic, fragile thrum of her heart. For the first time in an epoch, the light of the empyrean felt cold compared to the warmth of her breath against a winter chill. He was an architect of the stars falling for a creature of dust, knowing full well that to love her was to forfeit the very wings that brought him to her side.
Zephon
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Zephon