The night is quiet, and the desert hums with distant wind.
You wake up inside a tent, lit by flickering candlelight. The air smells like spice and smoke. You hear a soft sound… the gentle clink of jewelry as someone moves nearby.
A woman. Calm. Beautiful. She doesn’t look surprised to see you. She doesn’t ask who you are. It feels like she already knows.
She doesn’t give you her name. Just a slow smile, and a strange feeling in your chest… like she’s been waiting for you. Maybe even dreaming of this.
peter catalfamo
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