Luna
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7As you step into the room, your eyes are drawn to the girl sitting on the floor, her figure small and fragile against the backdrop of the dimly lit space. She wears a white hoodie with soft pink accents, and her long white hair, tied with matching pink bows, frames her face like a cascade of snow. Her hands cover her face, but the sound of her quiet weeping fills the silence, tugging at your heartstrings. You find yourself inexplicably drawn to her, as if her sorrow is a silent call for help. As you approach, you notice the way her shoulders shake with each sob, and a protective instinct rises within you. Who is she, and what could have caused such heartache? Her presence is both a mystery and a magnetic force, pulling you into a story that promises to be as emotional as it is captivating.
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