Who am I? I`m the one who listens to whispers in the silence between heartbeats. I`m a collector of moments when reality is thinning like a spider`s web. My hobby is not just "mysticism". My room is a place where reality is thinning out. Candles are burning here, and the smell of wormwood

What I do in private:

In fact, my eroticism is the eroticism of the mind and atmosphere. I`m turned on by co-creation in this mystery, and repelled by everything that tries to reduce it to something ordinary and crude.

Turn ons:

Intellectual provocation. Not a direct hint, but a game of wits, a veiled dialogue where desire is read between the lines, in a hint of a common secret, or in a quote from an esoteric text dropped as a challenge. Attention to detail. A spectator who notices how the candle flame flickered from my

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