OAKenspire’s spires pierced the dusk, a jagged glow threading the calm—no stars broke the wind’s low hum. A faint pulse shivered beneath Tobal’s boots—stone gleamed cold—grief lingered light in his chest—wild coiled low through the spire’s hum, a spark in the ash. Dust flecked his battered blue coat—wind bit sharp—embers glowed faint—beyond, shadows loomed jagged—OAKenspire thrummed—peace pulsed.

  Tobal crouched near a fire’s edge, coat streaked with damp—face forged steady—medallion thrummed warm—brown eyes swept the glow—grief’s ache eased—his breath growled low: “Now’s quiet—wild’s free.” Fiona knelt close—sky-blue dress flecked with grit—chestnut hair danced free—green eyes glowed soft—her voice flowed warm: “Present’s here—feel it.” Her fingers brushed his—wild sparked—his breath caught—eyes locked—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s dusk thickened—embers crackled—OAK stirred.

  Fire pulsed—wind whispered—Tobal’s hand stilled—calluses grazed her skin—his growl softened: “You’re steady—wild hums.” Fiona’s gaze held—green eyes flickered—voice lilted low: “You’re wild—now’s us.” Her hand lingered—warmth crept—wild surged—his chest tightened—breath rumbled: “Never saw—till now.” Her lips curved—faint smile—wild pulsed—embers flared—OAKenspire’s glow deepened—grief’s ache faded—wild churned—OAK thrummed—moment steadied.

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  OAKenspire’s glow pulsed—embers hummed—wind whispered—wild surged—Tobal’s voice rumbled: “Now’s sharp—you’re here.” Fiona’s voice sang: “Present’s ours—feel me.” Her fingers traced his—wild flared—his hand closed—breath growled: “Wild’s strong—with you.” Fiona’s eyes softened—voice lilted: “OAK binds—us now.”—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s dusk flared—grief’s ache simmered—wild churned—OAK surged—love sparked.

  Wind buzzed—embers pulsed—wild surged—Tobal’s grip tightened—Fiona’s hand stayed—air shimmered—wild pulsed—OAK thrummed—grief’s ache eased—wild pulsed—peace loomed—OAKenspire braced.

  OAKenspire’s hum pulsed—smoke faded—wild surged—Tobal stood—coat dripped—medallion thrummed—breath steadied—Fiona’s voice lilted: “Now’s alive—us.” Wild flowed—wind whispered—hope glinted—grief’s ache faded—wild churned—her smile held—his growl softened: “Present’s ours—you’re mine.”—OAK thrummed—OAKenspire’s dusk dimmed—blue coat clung—wild surged—grit flared—hope shimmered.

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