She woke before the dawn, the wind whispering promises in her ear. As she gathered her things to begin the day, a letter dropped from her dressing table. "Meet me where our eyes first met." Upon arriving at the shell of a home that had been a part of her family's story for generations, she noticed a gown staring back at her on the far wall. Next to it, a map, a book, and a bouquet of fresh flowers.

As the morning light began to break, she followed the map that was left by her beloved to four books hidden in plain sight, waiting--for their pursuant--to be read. It was him, alas, professing his love for her through lyric. The books, when placed next to one another, created a poem that would reveal where he was awaiting her: "You are the moon dear one, and I the sea."

The sand was cool beneath her feet and the wind gentle as it lifted the folds of lace and fabric of her dress into the breeze. He was there, waiting for her, waiting to begin their lives together.
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