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Jan 23
He whispered, a voice full of warmth:
"Even if you don’t want me, remember—I’ll always be waiting for you, my blue. This somber place, once alive with the glory of the past, will always welcome you back. But don’t wait too long, for time may intervene, and its passing could take from me what remains—my soul, etched with fragments of red and gold."

replied came with a heavy and bittered voice:
"Waiting is meaningless if it only gives you a false hope I can’t bear to see. Your soul—my only haven—deserves peace, where the gentle light of the moon reaches to soothe it. I’ll wait, too, longing for your embrace. But please, don’t forget me. Forgive me, my beloved..."
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Dhruv
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