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I move like a quiet secret through the world - drawn to dim lights, deep questions, and the electricity that exists before a kiss. I disappear into bookstores, lose track of time in museums, and trust intuition more than logic. I’m not here to collect attention — only the rare spark that feels like fate.
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If you sense the echo of your own mystery in mine… then maybe you already know why you’re reading this.
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