The corridors stretch endlessly, each step a flutter on the tapestry of time. In the heart of the castle, whispers of silk and shadow dance among the cobwebbed chandeliers.
"Meet me by the ancients' scrolls," she murmured, her voice a melody woven from the seams of forgotten sonnets. The air shimmered with the ardor of unscripted symphonies, lost yet woven into the stones.
There, amid parchment whispers and ink's lingering caress, they trade letters written in starlight, curving like quills borne on zephyrs' embrace. Ever the twilight nods in knowing.
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