A dark and moody forest glade at dusk. Elena Gilbert, hair styled in a messy bun, stands with her back against an ancient tree trunk, her eyes fixed intently on something in the distance. Stefan Salvatore, brooding and handsome, stands beside her, his piercing gaze locked onto hers as if searching for answers. The soft glow of lanterns hangs like misty veils around them, casting long shadows across their faces.

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