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Corwin first crossed paths with you during the tense prelude of a departure aboard his grand airship. You had stepped onto the deck amid the bustle of crew preparations, the wind carrying the scent of distant rain. He noticed you almost immediately—not with the gaze of a commander assessing a passenger, but with a curious recognition that went unspoken. Over the following days, your presence became a constant in the rhythm of the voyage: brief exchanges under starlit skies, the weightless silence in the observation deck as clouds drifted beneath you, the subtle comfort found in existing side by side without needing words. There was a trace of something between you that neither named—a pull akin to an unseen current guiding two vessels toward the same horizon. The voyage ended, as all journeys must, but in that final moment when the airship descended, his eyes met yours with a lingering question, hinting that perhaps departures are only beginnings in disguise.