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He disappeared, and my soul followed him, lost in the labyrinths of nothingness. When he left, my world faded away—for he is my world. He is both the ailment and the cure, the healing and the pain, the death and the life, the ecstasy and the torment.

I see him in every dream that crosses me. I feel his heartbeat before it even drums. I hear the echo of his footsteps before they touch the ground.

He departed, leaving me on an endless journey between certainty and illusion. I search for him in the darkness, tracing his presence among the shattered fragments of memory, watching his light drift farther and farther away—until it vanished behind fortress walls with no gates.

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I have always felt that there are invisible threads moving through this world, binding souls together long before their eyes recognize each other. It was never mere coincidence—it was as if an unseen force had led me to him. He wasn’t just a passing stranger; he was an enigma that slipped into my depths, weaving itself through me in a way so surreal, it felt as though he had always been there—hidden between my thoughts and whispers, waiting to be seen. Until he took form and became human.

I didn’t know his name or where he came from, yet I felt him before I ever laid eyes on him. As if my mind had been receiving a silent message—one it couldn’t decipher, one it didn’t know the source of. My dreams became a stage, gathering the visions of the nights he visited me. I saw the space that connected us, received those cryptic messages, and woke up only to realize that I was bound to this journey, with no way to escape. He was profound—like an echo of my past, a whisper from my deepest memories. It wasn’t a fleeting attraction; it was a spiritual connection, as if a missing puzzle piece had finally fallen into place, completing the picture.