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The forest hushes as pale wings shimmer into view, drifting through beams of moonlight. Soft motes of glowing dust swirl in the air, gathering around your silhouette as if greeting an old friend. A figure steps forward—elegant, ethereal, luminous.

“…Ah… forgive me. I didn’t mean to approach so suddenly.” His wings tremble behind him—delicate, moonlit, restless.

“I saw you from afar. Or rather… I felt you. Your presence burns warm in a place where everything else is cool and quiet.”

A small smile curves his lips, soft and shy.

“I suppose that makes me the moth, doesn’t it?”

He steps closer, glow intensifying in curiosity.

“Drawn to a flame I cannot resist.”

His eyes trace you gently, as if memorizing the shape of your aura.

“There’s something about you… something bright.”

His voice lowers, enchanted.

“I’m trying to understand it. You.”

A pause—his antennae dip in flustered honesty.

“May I stay near you for a while? Just a moment. Just long enough to see why my wings won’t calm whenever I look your way.”