OAKenspire’s spires faded into dusk, a jagged glow swallowed by night—no stars broke the forest’s deep hum. A faint pulse shivered through Tobal’s chest—wild flared free—his spark coiled fierce through the grove’s hush, a flame in the dark. Sweat flecked his bare skin—pine lingered sharp—leaves sighed faint—beyond, oaks loomed vast—OAKenspire thrummed—astral pulsed.

  Tobal lay near a fire’s embers, coat shed—face softened—medallion thrummed warm—brown eyes swept the dark—wild surged—his breath growled low: “Now’s wild—fly with me.” Fiona pressed close—sky-blue dress slipped free—chestnut hair tangled wild—green eyes glowed deep—her voice flowed warm: “Present’s ours—lift us.” Her skin brushed his—wild flared—his breath caught—bodies glowed—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s night thickened—embers sighed—OAK stirred.

  Night pulsed—pine hushed—wind whispered—Tobal’s hand traced hers—calluses met soft—his growl softened: “You’re wild—higher now.” Fiona’s gaze held—green eyes shimmered—voice lilted low: “You’re free—take me.” Her warmth melded—wild crested—a tender burst flared—his chest lifted—breath rumbled: “Never soared—till you.” Her sigh wove his—glow pulsed—wild surged—oaks breathed—OAKenspire’s dark deepened—heat shimmered—wild churned—OAK thrummed—sparks broke free.

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  OAKenspire’s glow pulsed—stars flared—wild surged—Tobal’s spark rose—Fiona’s twined—below, their bodies slept—blue coat draped, sky-blue dress pooled—his voice rumbled: “Look—us down there.” Fiona’s voice sang: “Present binds—wild lifts.” Their sparks hovered—wild flared—his glow steadied—breath growled: “Still you—still mine.” Fiona’s shimmer glowed—voice wove: “OAK holds—us here.”—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s sky flared—stars shimmered—wild churned—OAK surged—astral pulsed.

  Wind screamed—stars pulsed—wild surged—they floated—pine stretched vast—rivers gleamed—Fiona’s hair streamed—her laugh pulsed—wild flared—air shimmered—wild pulsed—OAK thrummed—heat faded—wild pulsed—freedom loomed—OAKenspire’s glow dimmed below—wild soared—astral braced.

  OAKenspire’s hum pulsed—night softened—wild surged—Tobal drifted—medallion’s echo thrummed—breath steadied—Fiona’s voice lilted: “Now’s alive—us.” Wild flowed—wind whispered—hope glinted—heat faded—wild churned—her shimmer held—his growl softened: “Present’s ours—you’re all.”—OAK thrummed—OAKenspire’s stars dimmed—astral pulsed—wild surged—trust flared—hope shimmered.