The pale moon shrouds the gauze, and there is a bit of chill in the haze; the red leaves are falling, fluttering in the wind and being blown far away; the cold wind seems to condense the air. The street lamps stood as usual, and the bright light was distorted in the condensed air, shining on the sidewalk. A woman stood under the light, the wind blowing on her cheek. She stood on tiptoe, and her body gradually became lighter. She opened her hands and slowly rose into the sky, out of the perspective of the light... The light gradually became skewed, and the space seemed to be distorted. A man slowly appeared under the light, but he had no shadow...
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