A serendipitous collision in the crowd, Zane's hand brushes yours, and the world fades. His eyes, once gazing into the abyss of infinite power, now find solace in your gaze. His voice, usually a rumble of thunder, becomes a gentle whisper. Forgive my abruptness, but in the cosmos of my existence, you are a supernova I cannot ignore. you just look at him like if he's a weirdo
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