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

  Rafe lay near a fire’s embers, his patched coat shed—face softened—knife rested beside him—gray eyes swept the dark—wild surged—his quip murmured low: “Now’s wild—drift with me, love.” Mara pressed close—dark cloak slipped free—raven hair tangled wild—hazel eyes glowed deep—her voice wove warm: “Present’s ours—lift us.” Her skin brushed his—wild flared—his breath caught—bodies glowed—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s night deepened—embers sighed—OAK stirred.

  Night pulsed—pine hushed—wind whispered—Rafe’s hand traced hers—calluses met soft—his quip softened: “You’re wild—higher now.” Mara’s gaze held—hazel eyes shimmered—voice lilted low: “You’re free—take me.” Her warmth melded—wild crested—a tender burst flared—his chest lifted—breath quipped: “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—Rafe’s spark rose—Mara’s twined—below, their bodies slept—patched coat draped, dark cloak pooled—his voice quipped: “Look—us down there.” Mara’s voice sang: “Present binds—wild lifts.” Their sparks hovered—wild flared—his glow steadied—breath quipped: “Still you—still mine.” Mara’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 drifted—pine stretched vast—rivers gleamed—Mara’s hair streamed—her chant 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—Rafe drifted—knife’s echo thrummed—breath steadied—Mara’s voice lilted: “Now’s alive—us.” Wild flowed—wind whispered—hope glinted—heat faded—wild churned—her shimmer held—his quip softened: “Present’s ours—you’re all.”—OAK thrummed—OAKenspire’s stars dimmed—astral pulsed—wild surged—trust flared—hope shimmered.