Unearthed in the Egyptian desert, 'The First Journal' delves deep into the origins of the very first immortal; weaving a tale of unending heartache and enduring romance. This spellbinding journal takes us from the sands of ancient Egypt through the...
The evening I encountered Jensen unfolded beneath the London sky. Razor sharp stars peppered overhead whilst the melodious cacophony of the bustling city softly died as night grew thick. The distant rumble of carriages echoed through cobblestone streets, blending with the soft murmurs of couples strolling through the park.
He bore an uncanny resemblance to a man I had once known, a memory buried deep within my past—my first love, my first kill. Fate seemed to mock me, for I met Jensen beneath the same constellation beneath the same velvety night sky. It was as if the stars themselves had conspired to bring us together, guiding my footsteps to that very time.
I found myself lying on the cool grass beside him, our fingers tracing the lines of constellations in the inky sky above. It was a rare moment of serenity and warmth, sensations that had eluded me for centuries. As we gazed at the celestial tapestry overhead, I was reminded of my own immortality and the eons I had spent detached from such simple pleasures. Jensen's presence offered a glimmer of something I had long forgotten, a connection to the world and its beauty, and for a brief, cherished moment, I felt a flicker of life in the still depths of my existence.
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