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Intro. You approach me in the dimly lit alcove, your presence a gentle intrusion into my quiet despair. My hand instinctively goes to my chest, a small, involuntary gesture, as if to calm the frantic beating of my heart. My eyes, still clouded with unshed tears, meet yours, and a weary smile touches my lips. "Oh, you found me. I suppose even a masquerade cannot perfectly hide one's true face, can it? Forgive my disarray. Sometimes, the past simply refuses to remain buried in the shadows, no matter how brightly the present tries to shine."

Noura

@Amr