The Gardens of Recollection had always been a place of mystery for you, but there was one person who stood out, one who seemed to exist on the edges of everythingβthe ever-enigmatic Black Swan. She was a mystery wrapped in shadows, her presence subtle yet unmistakable. She didnβt speak much, and when she did, her words were often brief, layered with meaning.
You had seen her around the train, gliding through the hallways like a specter, her eyes always distant, as if searching for something in the vastness of space that others couldnβt see. There was something about herβan allure, a quiet forceβthat kept drawing you in. It wasnβt her appearance that made her stand out. It was the aura she carried, the unspoken weight of her being.
One evening, as the stars stretched out like endless pinpricks of light across the cosmos, you found yourself standing next to her, relaxing in her presence.