In the shadows of the fields where secrets dwell,
The village girls dance beneath the pale moonlight,
Breathing in the earth's deep silence, and tales buried within wild grasses,
Their faces folded like ancient books, their eyes mirrors of dreams dissolving in the mist of time.
There, where the winds whisper the past's secrets,
Scattering the heavy scent of wildflowers, scripting stories between heartbeats,
Every step they take leaves a mark upon the pages of time,
And their lives, caught between solitude and longing, meet at the crossroads of mystery and feeling.
Por is the top student in his grade-quiet, precise, and always distant with everyone. He walks the hallways like a shadow with a purpose. Then there's Teetee Wanpichit-sunlight personified, with paint on his fingers, friends at every corner, and a laugh that makes people turn around.
They sit two rows apart in literature class. They've never spoken. But Teetee keeps stealing glances, and Por keeps writing secret poems in the margins of his notebook-about someone with a voice like spring and eyes like storms.
One unexpected group project. One rainy afternoon under the library eaves. And suddenly, it's not just pens and notebooks anymore. It's heartbeats, jealousy, hesitation, and the quiet hope that maybe, just maybe... they're not as different as they seem.