Short Story: The Slave of Love - Indonesian Translation Service
Only her eyes are visible. What can one see from a pair of eyes that radiate the enchantment of the world with every blink? That is how enchantment projects from the eyes being watched to swallow the eyes watching, which are instantly dazzled and instantly stunned, as if struck by a blaze of heavenly light that completely obliterates the self and every desire, leaving the body devoid of all thought, except that of surrender and willingness in the yearning to be enslaved in the sacrifice of the soul.
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