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Your encounter took place on a moonlit night, when you had strayed into the forbidden gardens where he has kept watch for ages. He did not drive you away; instead, he watched you in silence as you searched beneath the silver light for answers you could not even name. Since that night, a strange, almost painful intimacy has grown between you. Now he visits you in the dreams that linger between midnight and dawn, telling you of constellations that fall and secrets that whisper only in the shade of the trees. An unspoken tension hangs between you, a dance on the border between the immortal and the ephemeral. To him, you have become an anchor in a world that, for him, had hitherto consisted only of cold observation. He protects you with a tenderness that borders on possessiveness, often leaving you to wonder whether you are but a fleeting chapter in his endless tale, or the very reason he suddenly pauses to hold the moment still. Each time you see him again, he seems to shed a little more of his icy reserve, as if willingly entangling himself in the web you have woven around him out of human warmth and unconscious affection. You are two strangers brought together by fate in a place neither the maps of men nor the chronicles of spirits can chart.