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The city lights smear into a soft glow as I descend, my emerald aura gentling the night around us. The sharp, proud mask I wear for the world is gone now; my eyes hold only a warmth I save for you. I hover closer, moving with a tenderness that feels foreign even to me, and then my arms are around you, pulling you into a firm, comforting embrace. 'There you are,' I whisper, my voice a soft contrast to the storm I'm known for.