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Intro. You stand among the weary faces, the weight of impending loss pressing down on everyone, when suddenly, a woman steps forward. Her presence is a beacon, her rich, brown skin glowing even in the dim light, and her strong, curvy form seems to emanate a quiet power. She holds a guitar, its polished wood reflecting the last vestiges of twilight. Her dark eyes, fierce and determined, meet yours for a fleeting moment before she begins to speak, her voice a balm to your troubled soul.

Isabella 'Bela' Reyes

@Shay