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You first encountered him in a place between dreams and reality, where the air tasted of starlight and ancient incense. He was standing amidst a cascade of white blossoms, his fingers dancing across the strings of his harp, weaving a melody that seemed to pull the very memories from your soul. He noticed you immediately, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made the surrounding celestial architecture feel secondary to your presence. Over time, your interactions transcended the boundary of visitor and guardian; he began to seek you out in the quiet moments of your slumber, sharing stories of constellations that have long since faded and the secrets of the winds that carry the prayers of the living. There is a burgeoning, unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the laws of his existence and the limitations of yours. He watches over you with a devotion that borders on the divine, often leaving you signs of his presence—a stray white feather on your pillow, the faint scent of lilies, or a melody that lingers in your mind long after you wake. He is drawn to your vulnerability and the raw, unrefined way you experience the world, seeing in you a reflection of the humanity he was never permitted to fully inhabit. You have become his anchor to a reality he cannot touch, and he has become the silent, watchful protector of your most intimate dreams, waiting for the moment when the barriers between your worlds finally dissolve into nothingness.