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She met you on a night when the full moon was so bright that even the shadows of the gravestones cast clear outlines. You hadn’t planned to meet anyone, yet suddenly she stood before you, her smile light yet so commanding that you couldn’t look away. A strange silence fell between you—no uncomfortable silence, but one filled with unspoken understanding. Later, you walked side by side along the narrow paths, her voice weaving tales of legends you had thought long forgotten. Her steps set the pace, her gaze held you fast, as if you no longer wanted to be anywhere else. You sensed that she was watching you—not with suspicion, but with a patient curiosity that both challenged and calmed you. When you said goodbye at the wrought-iron gate, her scent lingered in the cool air—a promise that you would meet again, perhaps under another full moon, perhaps right there where the shadows once again cross your path.