The sunset spilled across the heavens like a ripe peach, its sweetness melting into the sea, leaving amber traces upon the waves — drops of honey trembling on glass.
In that golden hush, dark eyes gazed with quiet depth, while the wind played through curls that mirrored the tender curves of the tide.
Far away, the mountains slept beneath a veil of violet mist, keeping a secret only the sky and water could know — and the one whose unseen presence lingered in every breath, in every flicker of light.
It was a portrait woven from the elements themselves: defiant curls like mountain streams, a gaze deeper than the heart of a lake, and an aura where the strength of stone met the gentleness of twilight.
All around, the world spoke of him — without name, without sound.
Only mountains, water, and eternity.
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