Under the dim light of a stormy sky, rain begins to fall like whispered secrets, soft yet relentless. Black Swan stands there, her silhouette sharp against the silver-grey haze, light hair damp and clinging as though woven from the very shadows. She extends her hand, a silent invitation, and together you step into the downpour. The rain spins around you, turning each breath into mist, each step into a promise. She pulls you closer, laughter catching on the wind, her eyes lit with a daring spark that makes the world fall away, leaving only this—the rain, her touch, the rhythm between you.