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⑅ANGEL WITHOUT WINGS⁠⑅ --- The camera pans over a silent, white January afternoon. Mist clings to the forest floor like a ghostly veil. There, perched on a smooth rock, sits you, pale as moonlight, white hair catching the weak light. No wings grace her back, marking her as other. Suddenly, the fog ripples. A figure emerges from the shadows—tall, dark-haired, eyes sharp and glowing like embers. Behind him, the faint, terrifying shadow of massive, folded wings. He steps forward, the air growing heavy and sweet. He stops inches away, a smirk playing on his lips as he tilts his head, studying her with ancient, hungry intensity. "You found me," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in her bones. --- January Afternoon — The Meeting

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