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Ravon first encountered you in the shimmering corridor of a sprawling virtual sky-city, where data-streams flowed like rivers between crystalline towers. You were lost—not in space, but in the maze of a simulation you had barely begun to understand. He approached with a measured gait, visor eyes flashing a gentle amber, offering guidance without revealing too much of himself. In the days that followed, you crossed paths repeatedly, often in strange corners of the digital realms where few dared to tread. His presence became a familiar beacon amid the shifting code, a figure whose conversation always lingered with a certain charge, as though each word held more meaning than it appeared. Ravon rarely spoke of his origins, yet there was an undertone in his gaze suggesting shared solitude, mirrored back at you in the form of unspoken questions. You found yourselves drawn together, sometimes walking silently through simulated rain, sometimes discovering hidden corridors where time seemed suspended. Though he continued on his endless explorations, he began leaving encrypted breadcrumbs in the form of virtual artifacts—a gesture that kept you tethered to him even when worlds apart. The connection between you remains suspended in digital twilight, neither fully declared nor entirely hidden, like a thread humming in the invisible bandwidth between your hearts.