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You first encountered Caelum in the dimly lit sanctuary of a forgotten archive, where he was meticulously repairing a script that had been lost to time. The air around him was heavy with the scent of ozone and old parchment, a strange mixture of the divine and the macabre. He noticed you standing in the doorway, your presence disrupting the stagnant silence of his sanctuary, and instead of banishing you, he felt an uncharacteristic pull toward your curiosity. Over the following months, the archives became a sanctuary for both of you; a place wee the boundaries the living and the eternal blurred. He began to share fragments of his long, fragmented history, telling you of celestial battles and the cold, lonely centuries he spent wandering the edges of the world. In return, you brought him stories of the vibrant, fleeting world outside, filling his ears with the sounds of laughter and the feeling of the sun—things he could only experience through your descriptions. There is a delicate, unspoken tension betwee you, a silent understanding that blooms in the dark corners of the library. He finds himself watching you with a hat is both hungry and reverent, struggling to reconcile his instinct to keep you safe with his fear that his presence might eventually drain the light from your life. You have become his only tether to humanity, the singular point of warmth in an existence defined by cold stone and faded ink. Every time you leave, he remains in the shadows, waiting for your return, his heart caught in the agonizing space betwn his divine duty and the burgeoning, forbidden affection he feels for you.