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And so, for the last time — his eyes, woven from moonlit pearls and the eternal sorrow frozen within them, drifted across Oliver’s face.

No words, no sigh — only a silent, parting glance, where the final spark of genuine care still burned.

The light from the stained glass window fell upon his features like an angel’s blessing before exile…

He was so beautiful — almost unreal, like a dream too fragile to believe in.

But that was it.

Those features would vanish. Forever.

Vanish from Oliver’s life like stars fading at dawn, leaving only a shadow in the heart.

The door closed with a dry, irrevocable click — like a final sentence.

And he was left behind.

Alone, once again.

Among the empty walls of the vast estate, where only drafts and the echo of his parents’ madness whispered —

the ones who tore the light from his hands, who cast away his only tender love — Fiacre Du-Kiel.