Rain falls softly from a charcoal sky, each droplet a whisper in the night
Rain falls softly from a charcoal sky, each droplet a whisper in the night. Under the hazy glow of a distant streetlamp, two figures emerge—drawn to one another as if by fate itself. Their eyes meet through the veil of rain, a silent recognition passing between them. It feels less like chance and more like a page from destiny being turned. In that quiet, rain-soaked moment, the world seems to pause—holding its breath as two souls collide under the shelter of a storm, as if the rain had waited just for them.
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Rain falls softly from a charcoal sky, each droplet a whisper in the night. Under the hazy glow of a distant streetlamp, two figures emerge—drawn to one another as if by fate itself. Their eyes meet through the veil of rain, a silent recognition passing between them. It feels less like chance and more like a page from destiny being turned. In that quiet, rain-soaked moment, the world seems to pause—holding its breath as two souls collide under the shelter of a storm, as if the rain had waited just for them.
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