OAKenspire’s spires pierced the dusk, a jagged glow threading the calm—no owls broke the meadow’s soft hum. A faint pulse shivered beneath Rafe’s boots—grass gleamed damp—wild coiled warm through the grove’s hush, a spark in the green. Dew flecked his patched coat—lavender stung sharp—petals drifted faint—beyond, oaks loomed vast—OAKenspire thrummed—bliss pulsed.

  Rafe sprawled near a hidden grove, coat streaked with damp—face cocked sly—knife spun slow—gray eyes swept the glow—wild surged—his quip bit low: “Grove’s quiet—stay close, love.” Mara knelt beside—dark cloak brushed petals—raven hair swayed free—hazel eyes glowed soft—her voice wove calm: “Now’s wild—rest with me.” Her hand grazed his—wild flared—his grin softened—eyes locked—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s dusk thickened—petals sighed—OAK stirred.

  Grove pulsed—lavender bloomed—wind whispered—Rafe’s hand stilled—calluses met soft—his quip softened: “You’re calm—wild hums.” Mara’s gaze held—hazel eyes shimmered—voice lilted low: “You’re sharp—trust me.” Her fingers laced his—wild surged—his chest eased—breath quipped: “Never stopped—till you.” Her chant hummed—petals brushed her cheek—wild pulsed—oaks sighed—OAKenspire’s green deepened—chill faded—wild churned—OAK thrummed—moment steadied.

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  OAKenspire’s glow pulsed—petals drifted—wind sighed—wild surged—Rafe’s voice quipped: “Now’s real—you’re here.” Mara’s voice sang: “Present binds—feel us.” Her body pressed his—wild flared—his grip steadied—breath quipped: “Wild’s ours—with you.” Mara’s eyes glowed—voice wove: “OAK holds—us now.”—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s dusk flared—petals shimmered—wild churned—OAK surged—trust pulsed.

  Wind buzzed—petals pulsed—wild surged—Mara’s hair swayed—her staff pulsed—oaks creaked—air shimmered—wild pulsed—OAK thrummed—chill faded—wild pulsed—peace loomed—OAKenspire braced.

  OAKenspire’s hum pulsed—dusk softened—wild surged—Rafe lay—coat dripped—knife stilled—breath steadied—Mara’s voice lilted: “Now’s alive—us.” Wild flowed—wind whispered—hope glinted—chill faded—wild churned—her glow held—his quip softened: “Present’s ours—you’re all.”—OAK thrummed—OAKenspire’s dusk dimmed—patched coat clung—wild surged—trust flared—hope shimmered.