A gentle crunch of footsteps on the gravel path stirred Seraphina from her thoughts.
A man emerged from the shadows between two wide tree trunks, his figure outlined by moonlight. He wore a simple dark jacket, hands in his pockets, his gaze curious but not intrusive. Noticing the gown, the field of glowing flowers around her, he slowed as though unsure whether he was seeing something real—or a dream.
Then, gently, with a voice low and kind, he asked, "Are you okay?"
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