In a cafe somewhere, two cups of coffee share secrets when no one is looking.
"I thought you were going to meet her," he said, tracing circles in the sugar.
A child speaks to the wind, not knowing it carries answers from across ages.
"The stars told me their names, but I forgot them," she whispered.
Hands touch pages of history, rewriting destinies in soft ink.
"We don't know the ending yet," he said, eyes sparkling with unshed tales.
Between breaths, reality blurs like morning fog, leaving shadows of a past we never lived.
"Just another echo," she smiled, stepping into another dimension.
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