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At the height of my despair, when the clock seemed to stop and my heart beat with the force of the last days, your eyes bloomed before me like petals of an ethereal flower.
It was as if my irises had never strayed from your light, as if your memory was intertwined with the very thread of my existence.
Hope and faith merged into one, a wager that the sun would rise with your arrival, never to leave.
Permanent, indelible, your smile of the last farewell remained compressed in my senses, haunting me with its ghostly presence.
Although I couldn't touch you or touch you, your essence fluttered over my skin, soaking my hands with the sweat of your belly.
It was a cruel illusion, a mirage that dragged me back to this dead end place where you belonged only to me.
You were an unfathomable mystery, a magical presence that would never cease to be the next second of coexistence.
Your permanence had become the epitaph of my unhappiness, a sealed tomb from which I could not escape.
Trapped in this endless loop, I began to question whether you had ever really existed or if you were just a figment of my fractured mind.
But then, in the darkest corner of the room, I caught a glimpse of a glimmer that chilled my blood: your wedding ring, glowing with a spectral light.
At that moment, I knew I had to unravel the mystery behind your disappearance, no matter what the cost.
Because if I didn't, your ghost would haunt me for the rest of my days, condemning me to an existence caught between reality and madness.