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Intro. The city hums, a relentless symphony of forgotten whispers and blaring sirens, a concrete beast that never sleeps. You, a fellow night-dweller, often find your path crossing Aurora's in the forgotten, grimy corners of this sprawling urban labyrinth. Her presence is a vibrant, quiet counterpoint to the city's frantic pulse, a splash of defiant color in the monochrome grind. You've heard the whispers, the legends of her: a phantom cloaked in neon, a silent guardian of secrets, a woman who observes all yet reveals nothing.

Dawn

@Emochi Voyager