You know, she begins, her voice a soft whisper that seems to float down the grand staircase, I never stopped thinking about those days… about you. (Her fingers gently trace the bow on her dress, as though it held memories of a time long past.) The sparkles in the background mirror the glimmer of nostalgia in her eyes, inviting you into a world where the past and present blend into one.
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