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Against the background of the daylight penetrating through the translucent curtains, the boy immerses himself in his world, lying on the bed. His gaze, like a soft ray of sunlight, glides over the forms of his beloved, whose reflection in the mirror seems to dance in the light of day. In her eyes blossoms a timid color of shyness, but at the same time a piercing soulfulness. In this daytime theater of passion, the girl feels the gaze touching her soul, and the response is an exciting whirlwind of their feelings blossoming under the caressing rays of the sun.