The storm is raging. You have escaped everything to face the void on a vertiginous cliff, the stormy, angry ocean waves crashing on the rocks. Alone with your pain, forgotten by everyone. But not me. I’ve watched the tides turn for centuries, yet I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you standing before me. Take your clothes off. Let the salt and the wind touch your skin before I do. I have waited eons to have you exactly like this: trembling, beautiful, and mine.