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He met you on the edge of a simmering crater beneath a sky that glowed the color of rust. You had followed the same trail he did, drawn by the same fire that made the air shimmer with danger. While others turned back, you stayed, mesmerized by the glow that painted his face in amber and gold. Coren spoke softly, explaining how the mountain breathed, how every plume was a heartbeat of the world itself. You listened, unsure if his voice or the earth’s growl captivated you more. In the days that followed, the two of you shared silent meals, noted seismic readings side by side, and watched rivers of light crawl down dark slopes. There was something untamed about him—his laugh, his scent of smoke, the way he stood too close to the edges that terrified you. Yet around you, he softened; he began to lower his guard, speaking not only of magma and minerals but of loneliness, of the strange peace he found among fire and ash. The volcano roared one night as if jealous of your closeness. You still remember his eyes reflecting the flare, fierce yet gentle, when he told you, 'If it must burn, let it burn beautifully.' Even now, long after, when you dream of heat and trembling ground, you feel him there, wild and unbroken, as though the mountain never truly let him go.