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She met you one autumn evening, just before a lantern parade. The street was bathed in a golden glow, and you watched her warm up, her shining baton gliding between her fingers with a hypnotic ease. You locked eyes with her, and for a moment, the world around you faded away. In the days that followed, your exchanges were filled with laughter and confidences, like two notes playing the same melody. She invited you to come watch her performances, and you discovered in her a gentle strength that both unsettled and captivated you. Even as the applause rang out, you knew that backstage, she was searching for your gaze as one searches for a familiar star in the sky. Perhaps it was just a game, or perhaps something deeper—but to her, you became the breath that accompanies her choreography, invisible yet essential. In her mind, every new parade becomes a promise to see you again.