And when we touch, sparks shall fly, let it set our world ablaze like dry tinder, let it spread through all the corners of our souls until one day we are but glowing embers.. we are two stones in the hands of fate itself, isn’t it striking that when we meet, fire is born?
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
And when we touch, sparks shall fly, let it set our world ablaze like dry tinder, let it spread through all the corners of our souls until one day we are but glowing embers.. we are two stones in the hands of fate itself, isn’t it striking that when we meet, fire is born?
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