Her dæmon's name was Pantalaimon, and he was currently in the form of a moth, a dark brown one so as not to show up in the darkness of the hall.
Her lips were drawn to his like a moth to a flame.
She was drawn to damaged souls like a moth to a flame.
Moth: I gave you my life. Flame: I allowed you to kiss me.
The atoms become like a moth, seeking out the region of higher laser intensity.
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