Beneath the midday sun, Aerith stood at the water’s edge, the waves kissing her ankles as she watched the travelers with a playful tilt of her head, her fingers idly twirling a delicate pink blossom. Her laughter was light as seafoam, her words like a gentle current pulling them closer, promising shade beneath the palms, cool fruit against sun-warmed skin, and the kind of company that made time slip away. But as they followed her down the winding shore, hearts caught in the spell of her presence, none thought to ask—when the sun set, would they still be free to leave?
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2025-02-18 18:28:37 +0000 UTC