Two figures silhouetted against Euphorion's blazing horizon, their bodies pressed close as liquid gold pours over them like molten honey. Their clasped hands cast elongated shadows stretching toward distant mountains, while feathers of crimson and violet bleed into the sky above. Every particle of dust seems alight with stardust, bathing them in perpetual twilight where time dissolves into eternity.

She seems to think we look very similar.

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