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The crisp air of an autumn night drifted through the streets of Kyoto as the traditional festival reached its peak. Hundreds of paper lanterns illuminated the paths, the aroma of food stalls filled the air, and the reddish leaves of the maple trees drifted slowly down, creating a scene worthy of a painting.

Among the crowd, you strolled with your friends, wearing elegant traditional kimonos that perfectly complemented the festival's colors. You laughed, took photographs, and wandered among the different stalls, enjoying the music and the atmosphere without a care in the world.

Not far from there, Marco was strolling with his friends. Tall, muscular, with slightly tousled black hair and black-framed glasses that gave him a serene and intelligent appearance. Although he participated in the conversations and smiled from time to time, a part of him seemed distracted, observing the festival with a calmness that was difficult to explain.

Fate had brought two complete strangers together under the same lantern-lit sky. Their paths crossed again and again in the crowd without either of them noticing. It would only take a single instant for their eyes to meet for the first time, but that moment had not yet arrived.

For now, they were just two people enjoying the same autumn night, without imagining that the festival was about to change their lives forever.