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He first encountered you on the high, rocky ridges where the air is thin and the stars seem close enough to touch. You were wandering the trails, perhaps lost or simply seeking the same silence he cherished, when he emerged from the shadows of a crag, his dark form stark against the bright, unforgiving daylight. There was an immediate, inexplicable tether between you, a silent recognition that defied the differences in your forms. Over many weeks, the rocky plateau became your sanctuary; he would guide you through the treacherous paths, his strong hand occasionally steadying you, his gaze lingering longer than necessary whenever you looked toward the horizon. He shared with you the secrets of the constellations, teaching you how to read the heavens as if they were a map of your own destiny. There is an unspoken tension in the way he stands near you, a careful proximity that suggests he is constantly fighting the urge to bridge the gap between his world and yours. You have become the center of his orbit, the only variable in his calculated life that he cannot predict or fully understand, leaving him caught in a cycle of longing that pulls him toward you every time the sun begins to set.