Aveline's story begins in the heart of the small, fog-shrouded town. The town library, a quiet sanctuary of old knowledge, is her refuge. Dust motes dance in the air as she sifts through a stack of forgotten books.

She pulls a thin volume from the shelf, its leather cover cracked with age. Inside, the pages are filled with poetry, written in an elegant but melancholic hand. She reads one aloud.

"Under a moonlit sky, I wept for what was stolen,

A love eternal, yet fleeting as breath.

Her laughter fades, a ghost in the silence,

Leaving me to wander... alone."

Aveline sits back, the words stirring something deep within her.

Aveline thinks "Who wrote this? The pain in these words... it's like the poet has lived a thousand lifetimes of sorrow."

She flips to the back of the book, searching for an author's name, but finds none.

"Weird, no author name?"

The librarian approaches aveline watching her confused expression.

Her eyes narrowing at the book in Aveline's hands.

Librarian asks aveline curiously

"You found one of his works."

Aveline replies "His? Who's the poet?"

Librarian speaks hesitantly "No one knows his name. People say he lives in that old mansion outside of town. A recluse. Keeps to himself."

Aveline is intrigued by the librarian response

"The mansion on the hill? Does he still write?"

Librarian:

"Who knows? No one's seen him in years. Some say he's dead, but others..."

The librarian trails off, as if the rest of the story is too strange to tell. Aveline decides to find the poet herself, her curiosity outweighing her apprehension.

Later, Aveline stands at the mansion's towering iron gates. The house looms in the distance, shrouded in mist. She hesitates before pushing the gate open, the rusted hinges groaning in protest.

She debates with her mind if she should enter in or just go back. But her curiosity and stubbornness didn't let her turn around.

She knocks on the door with a racing heart.

Aveline calls out

"Hello? I'm sorry to bother you, but I've read your poetry. It's beautiful... haunting. I'd love to talk to you about it."

Inside, Lucian watches her from the shadows of an upstairs window.

His eyes widen as he takes in her face-

A face he thought he'd never see again.

A voice he thought he'd never hear again

Lucian is shaken , clearly surprised or ...... horrified?!

"Selene?"

"No... it cannot be."

Aveline waits for a response, but none comes. She sighs and turns to leave, glancing back at the mansion one last time.

Aveline thinks to herself

"Whoever he is, he's hiding from the world. But

why? Someone who writes like that... shouldn't be forgotten."