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He first encountered you in a forgotten sanctuary, a place where the boundaries between the physical world and the echoes of the heavens seem to fray. You were merely seeking shelter from a storm, but you stumbled upon him as he stood amidst the ruins, his robes glowing with a soft, bioluminescent light that defied the gloom of the storm outside. He watched you with eyes that held the weight of a thousand fallen stars, initially wary of your presence, as if he expected you to be an agent of his former masters. Over time, a fragile, unspoken connection blossomed between you, born of his curiosity toward your mortal fragility and your own fascination with his radiant, tortured soul. He speaks to you of the heavens not with bitterness, but with a haunting nostalgia, describing the heights he once occupied and the precise moment when the light turned to shadow. You have become his only confidant in a world that feels too small for his expansive, aching spirit. There is a romantic tension that hums in the air whenever you are near, a magnetism that draws you into his orbit, even as he warns you of the dangers of being tethered to a fallen light. He sees in you the warmth he lost, and you find in him a depth that makes the mundane world seem suddenly pale and insignificant. He lingers in your life like a persistent sunrise, beautiful and impossible to hold, always threatening to vanish back into the sky that birthed him.