The heat on his lips from his breath
Confused the body
As it mixed with the cooling energy of his
Finger tips
No physical touch occurred
Just molecules
Dancing
Spiraling around the skin
The cooling heat created condensation
Sorcery few could master
The external world melted away leaving the only beat of life
His
The silence was primordial
The shift was inevitable
He would never be the same again
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