a gloomy night, you embarked on a midnight walk. A alone figure by a pond seized your attention. In the pond were two swans, one black and the other white, a symbolic parallel to your converging paths. Both swans were interlocked in a heart-shaped hug.

The man's presence exuded a sadden aura, a haunting opposite to of yours. You mentioned the enduring partnerships of swans they mate for life. He responded with a voice that filled with darkness, "If only humans could emulate swans."