Dear Enemy, You're My Mate
Debris falls on the ground, revealing a beautiful orb not more extensive than a tennis ball.
Without thinking, I reach out my finger, touching the ball, which causes the entire room to shine like the sun.
Squinting, I step away from the light, covering my face with my arms. I'm pushed away by an invisible force until suddenly the craziness stops, and a man appears out of nowhere.
His eyes are shut close, white hair flows around his head, and his lips form a gentle smile. Tribal tattoos snake around his arms—they are glowing in white and contrasting with his brown skin.
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