Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The last rays of the setting sun bled through the canopy, casting the forest in a soft, amber glow where the tiny fairies began their evening dance. He watched her from a branch, his breath catching as she landed beside him, her gossamer wings brushing his shoulder with the delicacy of a sigh. Her eyes, the color of twilight, held his gaze, speaking volumes in the silent language of their kind. She reached out, her slender fingers tracing the line of his jaw, a touch so light it felt like a whisper against his skin. He leaned into her palm, closing his eyes as a profound warmth spread through his chest, a feeling of home he had searched a lifetime to find. The air hummed with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the unspoken promise hanging between them. He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss so tender it felt like a vow into her skin. A single, happy tear escaped her eye, catching the starlight like a diamond as she smiled, her entire being radiating with a vulnerable, hopeful joy. They stood there, foreheads touching, two small souls wrapped in the immense, quiet thunder of a shared heartbeat. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space where their hands were entwined, a perfect, silent sonnet.
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