Anji was blessed never to know darkness—I thought.
One morning, I followed her harp’s melody through pre-dawn twilight into a green meadow. A shadow brushed her lips and disappeared with the sunrise.
“My beloved,” she told me, plucking a minor chord. “Cursed never to see the sun.”
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Christine Hanolsy 
I’m not totally sure I understood what was going on here, but I loved the magical atmosphere. Is it two lovers who are cursed to only be together for a few seconds at dawn and dusk?
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It is, but as Nate pointed out to me, I didn’t make it clear that the narrator is just observing – they caught Anji’s beloved as he faded away with the sunrise. (Inspired by George MacDonald’s novel The Day Boy and the Night Girl.) I needed like 5 more words… *grumbles*
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