The faint glimmer on the horizon, almost like a dream, beckoned him onward.
No man can rush time, even though there was one pacing on the beach, restless, the rosy hues deepening the shadows under his eyes after a sleepless night.
Cast into eternal shadow by destiny preordained, the shimmering light precluded the quicksilver soul he sought.
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Thank you, darling.
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Thank you for reading, I am very happy you liked this.
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