She felt it in her bones, the silent echo—the promise that danced beyond the horizon. He was a shadow on her soul, a silhouette burned into memory. And there, on the midnight lake, the moon whispered secrets that only dreams dare...
Each step on the dew-kissed grass lead her closer to the crossroads, a meeting point of stories untold and destinies intertwined. Would he remember their laughter carried by the wind? The kind that enkindled flames in autumn’s chill...
“Meet me where the old willow weeps,” she had said, not knowing the weight of those words. The breeze carried them, weaving through the threads of fate—light as a whisper, heavy as a shadow. And there, in the place she imagined, the sky blushed crimson...
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