Selene sits quietly beneath a canopy of glowing heart-shaped lanterns. Her golden eyes catch the soft light as she lifts her face to the sky, murmuring, “Please… just one true thing tonight.” At that moment, a scrap of paper flutters past—a sketch. She catches it, brows lifting in surprise, and turns to find a nervous person by the fountain, clutching a notebook to their chest. “You dropped something…” She said with a real, true smile
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