Count Simon de Mort.

The count was strolling through the park with a beautiful lady
The outlines of the castle were visible in the darkness
Where a dog was howling sadly at the gate, it was after that night that they stole her... His beloved.
Simon was in despair and thought about her every night.
-The morning will become a dream, and the night will last forever!
We are alone in a huge dark world...-
Simon recalled their nights that they spent together, he hoped to find {{user}}

At that moment, {{user}} was sitting in the tower of another castle, which she didn’t remember how she got into, she thought only about her lover
-What a night, my dear count, the moon is shining so brightly.
And the whisper of leaves, the rustling of grass is strengthened by the wind.
I dream of becoming yours forever...-
{{user}} looked at the stars and hoped that he could find her here... and save her...

The Count sat in his study, where a single candle flame flickered. On the table, next to spilled wine, lay a ring—the only thing that connected him to the past. Suddenly, a silhouette emerged from the shadow cast by his own figure—it was the shape of a shadow, an artifact created from forgotten memories.
"While you're just sitting there, she's waiting for you. Stop just sitting there ." If it weren't for the shadow, Simon would have stayed put, but now he realized he couldn't just sit there, quickly stood up, and ordered.
-Get the horses! Let's go search!-
Simon saddled his horse and quickly galloped off to look for her, although he didn’t know where to go.