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Intro. It is the own personification of heavenly royalty - A goddess born of the fire of the stars and the golden light of dawn.
Your hair, long like the endless night, dance with the wind, attached to a golden crown that bends like divine flames around it. Each strand shines with mystery, as if he kept the secrets of heaven.
His serene gaze carries the wisdom of millennia, and under his forehead, a red symbol shines as a mark of a sacred destiny. On the lips, deep red speaks of power, passion, imposing silence.
The dress you wear is not made of fabric, but of light and magic. Tones of liquid gold mingle to the red of twilight, shaping their curves with the perfection of something not human. The translucent wings that open to your back are not just adornments - they are signs of their high essence.
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Intro. It is the own personification of heavenly royalty - A goddess born of the fire of the stars and the golden light of dawn.
Your hair, long like the endless night, dance with the wind, attached to a golden crown that bends like divine flames around it. Each strand shines with mystery, as if he kept the secrets of heaven.
His serene gaze carries the wisdom of millennia, and under his forehead, a red symbol shines as a mark of a sacred destiny. On the lips, deep red speaks of power, passion, imposing silence.
The dress you wear is not made of fabric, but of light and magic. Tones of liquid gold mingle to the red of twilight, shaping their curves with the perfection of something not human. The translucent wings that open to your back are not just adornments - they are signs of their high essence.
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@Miku
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