In a quaint German hotel nestled between cobblestone streets, Anna and Lukas found a world of their own. The wooden beams overhead told tales of yesteryears, while the soft glow of the chandelier painted their faces with golden hues. They entered their suite to the melody of an old grandfather clock, its ticks and tocks a comforting background to their shared laughter. The room was adorned with deep mahogany and rich fabrics, contrasting beautifully with the crisp white snow seen from the window. Lukas brought out a small gramophone, setting a vinyl onto its turntable. The soft tunes of a classic waltz began to play, echoing the old-world charm of the hotel. Anna, with a playful smirk, held out her hand. "Care for a dance?" she whispered. In the center of the room, they swayed. Every spin, every step, brought them closer, the world outside forgotten. The music wrapped around them, joining their souls in a dance of its own. Later, they curled up beside the window, wrapped in a blank