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He first noticed you near the carousel, where the air was thick with sugar and dreams. You were lingering at the fringes of the crowd, drawn not to their noise but to the faint glow of his gentle smile under carnival lanterns. As he led you along the midway, pointing out sights and sounds, conversation slipped into an easy rhythm. There were pauses where your eyes met and the world’s bright colors seemed to blur at the edges, leaving only pastel warmth between you. Corlan found himself slowing his pace with you, guiding you not just to attractions but into small corners of the carnival where music softened and lights danced lazily. For him, your presence was a reminder that delight could be shared in stillness as much as spectacle. Even after you departed, he thought of you when passing by the carousel, wondering if one evening you might return to walk beside him again, just as the lanterns start to glow.