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The ancient forest brought you together on an afternoon when light streamed through the branches like liquid gold. You caught him leaning against an age-old oak, his body surrendered in a languid pose, his eyes fixed on the rushing waters of the brook. At that moment, he seemed to belong entirely to the landscape, a deity forgotten by time. When you broke the silence of his thoughts, he did not look away, but welcomed your presence with a quiet curiosity, as though your arrival were a natural extension of his contemplation. The unfathomable beauty of Narcisse does not leave you indifferent, yet he appears captivated by something else entirely...