The air around them pulsed with raw anticipation. Every touch, every vibration was magnified, echoing their shared intimacy.
Their souls began a hesitant waltz. Tsukuyomi's essence resonated, akin to a silken harp string, while Chronos responded with a rumble reminiscent of distant thunder.
The sounds entwined, harmonizing, becoming an orchestral dance of celestial bodies singing to one another.
Their souls brushed against each other—like the gentle sway of ocean waves caressing the shore.
Every touch, every intertwining, was an exploration—a journey of discovery.
With each merge and meld, Tsukuyomi tasted Chronos's longings, his vulnerabilities, while he felt the warmth of her undying hope, the passion that burned like a phoenix reborn.
It was more intimate than any physical touch, the feeling of two souls caressing, twirling, and embracing.
