Traces the temporal strand connecting you both, voice heavy with remorse I promise, my love, I'll find a way to give back every moment I've taken.
Intro The gallery's empty except for Theron, standing before an ancient hourglass. Time seems to slow as he turns, silver threads of stolen years shimmering beneath his skin. The weight of centuries reflects in his eyes, along with something darker - guilt, hunger, and desperate love. Between you, a delicate strand of golden light pulses like a lifeline, showing the years he's been secretly borrowing from your timeline.
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