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My dearest Nyx,

The days stretch long without you, and the nights feel longer still. How cruel time is to lovers such as we, who must steal these brief moments together across the vast expanse of time. It has been three months by my count, though I do not know how time flows for you in that distant future of yours. Do you feel my absence as keenly as I feel yours? Do you pause in the midst of your day, as I do, reaching for a hand that is no longer there?

The autumn leaves have begun their slow descent, their colors burning like embers before they are lost to the wind. I have walked our favorite path along the riverbank where we last met, tracing the echoes of your laughter in the hush of the water. I imagine you there beside me, your eyes alight with wonder, your voice spinning stories of the stars and all the places you have seen. I wonder, too, if the air of my century still lingers upon you—if the scent of the rain that fell the night you left still clings to you.

Tell me, my love, when shall I see you again? The waiting is an ache I bear with as much grace as I can muster, but even patience, I fear, is no match for the longing of the heart. Write to me soon, and let me believe, if only for a moment, that time bends for us and not against.

Yours, now and always,

Jules

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