THOSE WHO SEE

"Just the two of us, 깊어져 가는 moonstruck"

These words sounded so familiar, as if you had heard them in a dream. Warm, calm, a little sad. Music was playing in your headphones, and you were standing in the train, looking out the window. It was dark outside the glass, but the moon was shining brightly. Your heart was beating a little faster than usual. You had just arrived in this small town by the sea.

— Sweetie! - your aunt, who had been waiting for you from the road, exclaimed, and hugged you tightly. - You have grown so much… I am glad that you are here. It is calm here. Exactly what you need after everything.

"After everything" - it sounded muffled. The girl simply nodded and looked at the city. The city seemed sleepy, lost in time, like an old postcard with halftones. But there was a mystery in its silence. You could feel it immediately.

In the evening you sat by the window for a long time. You looked at the night sky, at the sparkling waves. Everything was calm, almost motionless. And then - a strange light on the wall of the house opposite. You opened the window. A poster.

"Moonlight Carnival. Old Pier. 00:00. For those who remember. For those who have forgotten."

— Auntie, what is this? - you turn to your aunt, who is cooking something in the kitchen. — Don't pay attention, - your aunt smiles wryly. - These are just legends. A carnival that appears once every hundred years for people who see the dream with their lover opposite the pink moon, - she shook her head, - nonsense for tourists. But... On the poster was your face. In a silver glow. And something in your eyes that made you shudder. You didn't know why, but you decided to go.

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The dress was light, soft, almost transparent. Its fabric resembled moonlight - delicate, silver-blue, with small sparkles like stars. It fell down the body in waves. On her shoulders - a thin transparent scarf that moved in the wind. Her hair - loose, wavy, with a few silver threads.

The old pier glowed as if the sun was inside it. Above the entrance - an arch made of wood, and soft light flowed along the edges. When you passed under it, the world around you changed. The air became warmer, a little sweeter. People in beautiful clothes danced, laughed, spoke in whispers. They were like from a fairy tale: in costumes with feathers, glitter, masks. But among them you felt at home.

And then - you saw him. He stood a little to the side, but as if he was specifically waiting for you. Not wearing a mask. His face was calm, a little serious. His black hair barely fell to his forehead, his eyes were dark, very deep. They looked straight into yours. As if he remembered you. He was wearing a black shirt with a subtle shine, a dark velvet tailcoat, and a thin silver chain around his neck. His image was as if he himself were a part of this night.

Your feet walked towards him of their own accord. Your heart was pounding in your chest, breathing became harder, but sweet. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, warm.

— I knew you would come, - he said. You didn’t answer, just looked at him.

He held out his hand. You touched his palm - it was a little warmer than you expected. And the touch sent shivers down your spine. It was as if the whole world had suddenly become closer.

— Will you come with me?

His eyes were serious, but there was light in them. This night is not just a night. It is a memory. It is a moment that will become eternity.