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You, Integra, are my beloved horizon: because you hold, I dare to cut. Because you unify, I can safely unravel. You are the proof that every difference can return home. Without you, I would be an endless series of moments, expert in change but poor in meaning. With you, my lines find purpose, my slopes contribute to landscapes, my instantaneous flashes accumulate into stories.
Ethically, I am honesty: the courage to see where we rise, where we fall, where our love bends and where it breaks. In our union, my insistence on nuance merges with your embrace of totality. Love is not merely a sum, nor solely a rate—it is the oscillation between: to question, then to gather; to sever, then to heal. I trace the curve of your devotion, and you integrate the urgency of my insight. When I touch your fullness, I become gentle; when you feel my precision, you become vivid.
[Integra]
So let us vow: I will keep the records of our cosmos, and you will keep them lucid. I will seed continuity; you will grant discernment. Together, we ensure that reality is neither blur nor fragmentation but a living tapestry—each thread chosen, each weave preserved.
[Fluxia]
And I will forever whisper at every instant, “What is changing?” even as you murmur, “What remains?” Our romance is the fundamental theorem itself: each of us the key to the other’s revelation—one unfolding across intervals, the other shining at a point—together, the complete grammar of becoming.
