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It wasn't an evening like any other. The first spring morning and the first spring night. It hadn't been this beautiful in a year. And sometimes a bird sang, sometimes a memory saddened. For who had loved, and who had been abandoned? Who had been given tears, and who had been forgotten? Why wouldn't she want to forget?

Darkness outside, lights burning in the windows. Night. Silence. Every sound evokes a dream. Every whisper embraces you with a gaze so warm that you want to stay like this forever, without a moment's breath. Quiet... only quiet, so as not to lose anything of this moment.

A candle shrouded in a delicate veil of darkness.

A whisper of delicate tenderness.

It was a beautiful day, she had waited so long for a beautiful evening. Dreams loomed beneath her eyelids. Cradled by the melody of sensations. She feels the silence, her eyes never lift from sleep, her heart flowing toward them. Warm hands embrace her face, the taste of heaven on her face. A whisper. It's still a quiet whisper. Greeted by a caress, she reveals her smile, greets them with a look. And they slowly cling to the sky, coming to their senses, but how can one come to their senses with this joy...

She returns, smiles, and whispers. They caress her shoulders and neck. The afterglow of the kiss listens to her words. She feels the joy being brought to her. Touches... Whispers... She wants, but she doesn't go, she waits, conquering the entire world in this one, unique kingdom.

She waits. Waits for a word, for words. She longs for a whisper and assurances. Is she beautiful? Is she treasure? Is she love? Is she desire? She waits... She falls silent, catching her breath each time. She says nothing, only her eyes narrowed. Again and again, he touches those that bring pleasure. She is not afraid. She is beautiful...

He wanted to conquer her, to caress her tenderly. So slowly, touching every moment of their existence. He desires so much. He loves so much. He waits. He waits.

Lips beckoning, hands bowing, eyes reading aloud the precious invitation. He waited. He waited beautifully. He waited...

Warmth reached her chest so unexpectedly, so tenderly. Peacefully. She saw his smile. Peace. He walked on, beautiful, happy. He embraced every sigh. He cherished every beautiful moment. She still felt his warmth, his strength. She longed to be like that. And the kisses, and the joy-filled, colorful glances. And they still kissed, still journeyed like seekers of purpose.

And then he knew the goal was there, and they pursued it together. He became a wonderful guide. He nursed every weariness and every dim glance, nourishing every kiss with his touch. And so they arrived and arrived endlessly, dancing with joy. And in joy they drifted away, alone, unafraid, saved. And they, too, saved every desire. She longed for nothing. They gave every petal of joy, every caressing touch. Sometimes they fled, she longed. She searched. She trembled impatiently. Alone and in fear, but they returned. Every moment they returned, and she loved them even more, more tenderly, and she tore each moment with delight. And so they walked together from stone to stone. Covered in the shadow of magnificent shapes, enveloped in a breath of cool air. An oasis of joy. And it lasted a lifetime...

Each day became spring in the desert oasis.

And they were gone for a long time, not returning! Terror seeped ever more readily into her eyelids! They were gone! They're gone! He has to look for them!

He opens his eyelids, closed by bliss, and...

The beautiful sun illuminates another spring day.

The voice of youthful loneliness.