The autumn evening wrapped the city in a golden glow from streetlights, their soft reflections shimmering on the damp cobblestones. Fallen leaves, like the final sigh of a fading summer, crunched faintly underfoot. A light mist hung low to the ground, lending an air of quiet enchantment to the scene.

He stood still, holding his breath, captivated by her figure as if she were woven from the evening itself. The breeze toyed with her hair, and each step she took echoed like a melody only he could hear. The rhythmic tapping of her heels on the cobblestones carried his thoughts away. Everything else faded—the bustling city, the weight of the day. Only she remained, serene and radiant, the embodiment of autumn’s quiet grace.

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