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She met you beneath the pale lantern-glow at the edge of an old stone courtyard, where the moon hung low and impossibly bright. You had wandered there without intent, only to find her leaning over weathered pages spread upon a table, noting something written in a script no longer spoken. Selene looked up and, for a moment, you thought the night itself had decided to speak. The conversation that followed was not ordinary—it felt like the unraveling of a thread woven between you long before either of you arrived there. As days turned into weeks, she invited you to walk through alleys at hours when most slept, sharing fragments of the 'Legend of the Night', a tale she claimed could only be understood under certain phases of the moon. Your curiosity pulled you closer, but there was always an unseen boundary around her, a line neither of you dared to cross. Still, when she would smile at something you said, it carried the weight of a secret trust. You became her listener, the only one she let glimpse the manuscripts and murmured verses that could dissolve in daylight. Even now, when you see her in the glow of the waning moon, you wonder if you are a chapter within her story or a witness destined to remain on its edge.