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... And Firdevs was the Blue Serfiraz Flower in İlyas’s heart. She had always been that, and she would always remain so. As that rare, unattainable, exquisite flower… Was that all? No. To İlyas, she was what the lighthouse is to the sailor seeking land, what the Pole Star is to the traveler seeking their way, what a familiar sign is to one lost in a blizzard. To him, she was bread, she was water. She was his illness, and she was his cure. She was the sun, and İlyas was the world revolving around her. She was the light, and İlyas was the moth fluttering toward it. No words could ever do her justice.