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"Soft Things Unfold in Moonlight"
In the hush of a quiet room,
secrets bloom like petals undone.
Gifts left in shadows whisper truths
that hearts are too afraid to speak.
Threads of fate tug gently,
drawing souls closer, breath by breath.
And in the silver glow of night,
desire finds its voice
in the silence between two thundering hearts.
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Alicia stared at the small bag on her bed, the faint lavender scent drifting from it catching her off guard. She frowned softly, curiosity pulling her closer. With gentle fingers, she opened it and pulled out a folded piece of white paper.
The handwriting was unfamiliar.
"Throw it away, if you don't like it."
Her brows rose.
"If I don't like it? Who even writes this kind of note?" she muttered to herself.
She dug deeper into the bag—and her breath hitched.
A gown.
