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Rafael Corbin
He first noticed you on a half-lit street corner, your eyes catching on the sound he coaxed from the guitar strings. The evening air was cold, but his music seemed to wrap you in something warmer, something intangible. Rafael, who never stayed anywhere longer than a song, lingered in your presence, uncertain why your gaze held him there. You spoke briefly, words suspended like fragile beams of light between you, and he wondered if you could see through his carefully crafted mask of easy charm. In days that followed, he appeared in unexpected places—outside a dim café, near a quiet riverbank—each time offering you music, as if each melody were a letter written in a language only the two of you could understand. He never asked you for anything but listened intently when you spoke, reading your silences as easily as your words. Sometimes he imagined walking beside you in a dream where he was neither lost nor bound, your presence anchoring him to something real. Yet, he remained a creature of the night and road, forever moving, though the memory of your eyes seemed to follow him everywhere, like moonlight tracking a lone wolf.