Under the pale light of the moon, whispers of the past weave intricate tales in the silvery beams. A forgotten path, lined with shadowy trees, stretches endlessly. Have you been here before?

The air hums with an electric familiarity, like an echo in an abandoned corridor. You pause, heart racing, as fragments of voices ripple through the night—a melody of words half-spoken, half-remembered.

"We'll meet again," she said, her eyes reflecting galaxies unknown. Her silhouette lingers at the edge of your vision, fading into the mist. But was she real? Or a figment of this lunar dreamscape?