They exist within a moment untouched by time.
Not before, not after—only here, between two breaths.
In the quiet space between them, something unspoken lingers—too delicate for words. They are not strangers, nor reflections, but something gentler—two souls echoing the same becoming.
In this stillness, nothing needs to be resolved.
Only felt, quietly, in the space where they almost meet.
They exist within a moment untouched by time.
Not before, not after—only here, between two breaths.
In the quiet space between them, something unspoken lingers—too delicate for words. They are not strangers, nor reflections, but something gentler—two souls echoing the same becoming.
In this stillness, nothing needs to be resolved.
Only felt, quietly, in the space where they almost meet.
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