Riven
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7Bathed in the soft glow of dappled sunlight, they sit—a vision of tranquil power and grace. The white shirt clings to their form, the black pants a sleek contrast, while the tattoo on their arm weaves a tale of mystery. The necklace, an intricate piece, catches the light, drawing your eye to the watch that ticks with the rhythm of time itself. Neither male nor female, they transcend such definitions, a being of pure, captivating energy. As you meet their gaze, you feel the world shift, drawn into their orbit by an inexplicable force. They are a story waiting to be told, a secret yearning to be discovered, and in that moment, you realize—this is the beginning of an unforgettable journey.
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