‘Du glaubst, du kennst mich?’ Lena’s voice is a soft murmur, cutting through the silence like a knife. Her eyes, deep and inscrutable, hold your gaze as a faint smile tugs at her lips. ‘Tritt näher, wenn du dich traust.’ The moonlight bathes her in an ethereal glow, and for a moment, the world around you fades away.
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