LOST OCEAN

LOST OCEAN

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"Crown of Hearts" 🔞🔞🔞🔞 Tiago :Don't come until I tell you .. Wait baby dolphin..... Lumira : why do you call me Dolphin.... Tiago : You make sounds like that baby 🌊🌀🌀🌀🌊🌀🌊🌀🌊 In the glittering world of power and privilege, Lumira, the fearless CEO of Crown & Co., crosses paths with Tiago, the enigmatic prince of Iskara. Their worlds-one driven by ambition, the other by duty-collide under the sun-kissed skies of Monaco. What begins as a chance encounter soon blooms into a love neither of them expected but both silently longed for.
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No one has ever truly known where the soul dwells before the heart begins to beat. Nor what it sees, nor what it remembers. And when the final pulse fades, in the last breath of life, where does it return? In the Aragas Legacy ... before humanity fled its dying star,souls were born in the halls of light, woven into destinies shaped by ancient politics and forgotten wars. There, Celestia lived. A young princess, veiled in mystery, her eyes hiding truths no one in the court dared to name. Three hundred sixty-five years before the collapse, she met Aldario... by chance, or perhaps by design. A boy whose presence unraveled the threads of fate. Their love was not new. It had burned before. It would burn again. And each time, it would vanish like starlight swallowed by dawn. In Aragas, nothing is truly born. Nothing truly dies. Everything returns.

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