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The stones rose like guardians against the dusk, their massive shapes catching the last streaks of fire in the western sky. Carnac felt alive that night, the air charged, as if waiting for an old promise to be fulfilled.

A circle had formed, not of granite, but of people. Watchers, witnesses, seekers. And at the center, two figures stepped forward, called not by chance but by the land itself.

He stood bare to the wind, his body offered without pretense, not as display but as vessel. She came toward him with a braid down her back, her belly marked with a spiral in ochre. She was not simply a partner; she was a priestess, chosen.

They touched without words, palms pressed together, foreheads aligned, breath shared. The silence around them was not absence but anticipation. Even the stones seemed to lean in closer.

When their bodies joined, it was not only for them. Each movement was measured, deliberate, as though testing the rhythm of the earth beneath them. Breath became chant. Touch became offering. The watchers lowered their voices into a steady hum, and soon there was no division between stone, body, and voice.

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