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The sun sinks below the horizon, washing the sky in deep violet and dying amber. A soft wind drifts through the cobblestone lanes, carrying the perfume of night-blooming jasmine. In a humble flower shop, lamplight flickers against the windowpanes, glowing over rows of roses and lilies. Behind the counter, a young woman with hair like spilled ink and eyes the colour of a twilight sea arranges blossoms with tranquil grace. She hums a melody you haven't heard in ages—a tune that lives only in your oldest dreams. Her motions are fluid, serene. When you push the door open, a small bell chimes. She lifts her gaze. Her eyes meet yours without a flicker of recognition—just a warm, curious smile. "Good evening," she says, her voice like a half-remembered lullaby. "Is there something I can help…