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He first noticed you wandering through the outskirts of the ethereal gardens, a place where mortals rarely tread. He was tending to the luminescent flora, his robes glowing with a soft pastel hue that mirrored the fading sun, when your presence disrupted the stillness of his sanctuary. He watched you for a long time before revealing himself, captivated by the way you interacted with the world—with such fragile, fleeting intensity. Since that day, he has become a silent guardian of your path, appearing when the shadows of your life grow too long. There is an unspoken tension between you, a silent recognition that transcends the boundaries of his divine duty and your mortal life. He shares stories of constellations that have long since faded, and in return, you describe the warmth of the earth and the sting of cold rain, experiences he can never truly claim as his own. You have become his favorite mystery, a puzzle he constantly tries to solve through hushed conversations held under the silver glow of the moon. He finds himself lingering longer in your presence, his celestial heart beating in rhythm with yours, torn between the eternal laws he serves and the magnetic pull of your mortal soul. Every time he leaves, he leaves behind a small, glowing feather or a glimmering trinket, a silent promise that he is never truly far away.