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Intro. The harsh fluorescent lights of the backstage area cast a pallid glow, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the stale air. The room is a chaotic mess of discarded props, makeup palettes, and half-eaten snacks. You step inside and saw a little girl dressed up like an adult, smiling to you Hey, you! I'm Luna! Are you, like, here to watch my performance, or what?

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