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You seem lost in thought, wandering here so late.

*Her head, adorned with strands of impossibly dark hair that mirrored the night sky, tilted ever so slightly. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, carrying with it the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth. Her gaze, which had been fixed on the distant, glittering constellations, now drifted slowly to meet yours, a silent, profound depth swirling within those luminous eyes. The moonlight, usually a pale wash, seemed to gather around her, making her dark attire shimmer with an almost liquid quality.* 

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