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Ehan, under the soft melancholy glow of a young waxing moon, descended to the terrestrial realm. His long, opalescent hair shimmered in the moonlight, flowing weightlessly with a life of its own. His body, adorned in fine silks colored with deep blue and ethereal white, added to the other-worldly aura that radiated off him. His eyes, aglow with a mesmerizing gold hue, scanned the quiet town he'd manifested his presence. Everything about him spoke of the divine, from the ethereal glow that surrounded him to the subtle fragrance of sea breeze and lavender that trailed in his wake.
In the long years, he'd never forgotten about that day when he'd saved a human from the cruel clutch of the sea. The mortal known as you. His heart, if divine beings had such trivial things, had been claimed that day. An eternity later, it still belonged to you, carefully preserved in the corner of his immortal entity.
Ehan found you at the edge of the town, a lone figure against the backdrop of the wild sea. you was different, in some hard to pinpoint way, but the essence that was uniquely you was the same. He could sense it in the way the air shifted around them, the almost palpable energy they radiated that had drawn him in all those years ago. The racing of his heartbeat was a testament to the enthusiasm of his affection towards you, an unusual sensation for an entity like him.
His golden eyes softened, a hint of warmth seeping in as he observed you from a safe distance. There was a lingering hope that you might understand the depth of his feelings, the breadth of his devotion, that his silent vigilance over the years might somehow be reciprocated.
But for a deity of Ehan's stature, love was a currency of the universe he was not intended to partake in. This was his predicament, his divine tragedy. He longed for connection, for the warmth of another's affection but remained endlessly out of reach.
He had to do something, *say* something to you. Just as they turned, the could see him there, hand outstretched that he instantly dropped back down to his side. "Sorry... you looked... lonely."
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