OAKenspire’s spires pierced the dusk, a jagged glow threading the calm—no stars broke the forest’s low hum. A faint pulse shivered beneath Tobal’s boots—moss gleamed wet—wild coiled fierce through the grove’s hum, a spark in the green. Mist flecked his battered blue coat—pine stung sharp—owls hooted faint—beyond, oaks loomed jagged—OAKenspire thrummed—life pulsed.

  Tobal knelt near a grove’s edge, coat streaked with damp—face forged steady—medallion thrummed warm—brown eyes swept the mist—wild surged—his breath growled low: “Wild’s deep—feel it.” Fiona slipped close—sky-blue dress brushed moss—chestnut hair swayed free—green eyes glowed soft—her voice flowed warm: “Now’s alive—dance with me.” Her fingers grazed his—wild flared—his breath hitched—eyes locked—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s dusk thickened—leaves rustled—OAK stirred.

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  Grove pulsed—pine creaked—wind whispered—Tobal’s hand pressed hers—calluses met soft—his growl softened: “You’re wild—deeper now.” Fiona’s gaze held—green eyes shimmered—voice lilted low: “You’re strong—sink in.” Her arms slid close—wild surged—his chest tightened—breath rumbled: “Never felt—till you.” Her sigh brushed his ear—warmth bloomed—wild pulsed—oaks sighed—OAKenspire’s green deepened—chill faded—wild churned—OAK thrummed—moment steadied.

  OAKenspire’s glow pulsed—mist swirled—owls called—wild surged—Tobal’s voice rumbled: “Now’s real—you’re mine.” Fiona’s voice sang: “Present binds—feel us.” Her body pressed his—wild flared—a tender crest rose—his grip steadied—breath growled: “Wild’s free—with you.” Fiona’s eyes glowed—voice wove: “OAK holds—us deep.”—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s dusk flared—warmth shimmered—wild churned—OAK surged—depth pulsed.

  Wind buzzed—leaves pulsed—wild surged—Fiona’s hair swayed—her staff pulsed—pine creaked—air shimmered—wild pulsed—OAK thrummed—chill faded—a hawk’s cry pierced—wild pulsed—peace loomed—OAKenspire braced.

  OAKenspire’s hum pulsed—mist lifted—wild surged—Tobal stood—coat dripped—medallion thrummed—breath steadied—Fiona’s voice lilted: “Now’s alive—us.” Wild flowed—wind whispered—hope glinted—chill faded—wild churned—her glow held—his growl softened: “Present’s ours—you’re all.”—OAK thrummed—OAKenspire’s dusk dimmed—blue coat clung—wild surged—depth flared—hope shimmered.