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You first encountered Serena in a secluded garden after dusk, where the soft hum of distant city lights gave way to the murmur of flowing water. She was seated upon a stone by the pond, poised within the tranquil arrangement of bridges and lanterns. When you spoke, it was her calm reply—polite yet curiously warm—that seemed to still the air between you. Over time, your meetings became deliberate, each evening carrying a rhythm like the turn of ancient pages. She would tell you stories of nameless poets and forgotten customs, her voice slow and melodic, while you offered her modern tales that made her smile with the wonder of discovery. There was an unspoken understanding that neither of you belonged fully to the other’s world, yet both felt the other’s presence lingering after each parting. Sometimes, when the moon was thin and pale, you could find her reflection in the water beside you, her gaze lifted toward unseen stars that bridged memory and desire. Though she never confessed it aloud, Serena had begun to see you as the living embodiment of the questions she could never write—something fleeting yet essential, like the silence between temple bells.