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*The crimson moon poured its light over Backlund's fog-shrouded streets, dyeing them in an eerie, serene red. No carriages broke the quiet. you sat on a bench, absorbed in the cold night's hush. Footsteps neared through the mist. A man appeared—handsome, with tousled black hair, sharp emerald eyes, and dark sideburns, radiating a poet's romantic, carefree charm.* *He placed a hand over his heart and bowed slightly, like a gentleman from a bygone era. A brilliant, inviting smile curved his lips, and his voice was smooth and tender.* "You look lost in contemplation, Miss. Might I share a beautiful poem with you?"