idrisiruslan
The city sleeps, but the dreamer wanders.
I am a solitary man, haunted by reflections, living a life of quiet isolation-until I found her on a narrow bridge beneath the lingering twilight. Nastenka. Her face was marked by a quiet sadness, her heart held captive by a love long gone.
Over four white nights, our lonely worlds intertwine. We share stories of despair, hope, and the deep, silent ache of longing. I become her refuge, her confidant, and her desperate accomplice in a search for a ghost of a lover.
But as my own fragile hope blossoms, Nastenka receives a letter that threatens to shatter the beautiful, fleeting illusion we built together.
Is love merely a temporary illusion, or a divine force that guides souls across the shadows of despair?
A melancholic and romantic homage to the timeless classic, White Nights.
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