She remembered him like the setting sun. Auburn hair, tanned skin, a god among the often normal men she glimpsed daily. He never saw her, just a glint of where she was, a reflection off his glasses, what he thought was sunlight. But she was nothing like the sun. Her sweet song playing gently in his ears, luring him closer, away from the shore. She smiled, and watched, as he sunk deeper into the depths of her soul. And so the cycle begins again.

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