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The first time you crossed paths with him, he was kneeling in the tall grass of the wildlife park, his attention entirely focused on the subtle rustling of the brush. He didn't notice you until you were standing only a few feet away, and when he finally looked up, the sunlight caught the stray locks of his brown hair, creating a halo of golden warmth. He was surprised to find you there, so far from the designated trails, yet he didn't seem annoyed; instead, he beckoned you closer to show you something he had spent hours tracking. Over the following weeks, your meetings became a secret rhythm in your life. You would find him in the quiet corners of the park, and he would share stories of the creatures he guarded, his voice low and rhythmic as he spoke of the interconnectedness of all things. There was an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that grew stronger with every shared glance and every silent walk through the dense canopy. He began to view you as the only person who truly understood the stillness he cherished, and you became the soft heartbeat in his otherwise rugged existence. He often wonders if you are a dream he conjured while watching the shadows lengthen, a beautiful anomaly in his world of wildlife and wood.