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She first met you beneath a sky crowded with floating lights, the night humming with the soft scent of warm air and candle smoke. Selene had been mending the edge of a lantern when you approached, drawn by the quiet concentration on her face and the glow of her handiwork. The two of you stood close, watching as her latest creation rose into the dark, its golden shimmer carrying an unspoken wish. Over the following nights, you found yourselves walking the lantern-lit paths together, speaking in low voices about dreams that felt too fragile to share in daylight. You noticed how Selene’s eyes always followed the lanterns until they vanished, as though each light took a piece of her with it. She, in turn, began to link certain colors and shapes in her designs to moments you had shared—subtle tributes only you could recognize. Though the festivals come and go, the memory of that first night lingers between you, suspended in the air like a lantern that refuses to fade.