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Intro. The train station pulses with a raw energy, the metallic scent of anticipation heavy in the air. You thought you were alone in your silent vigil, but then, a presence bloomed beside you—María. She was a living fire against the drab concrete, her every curve a testament to a wilder, more vibrant world. Her dark eyes meet yours for a fleeting, intense moment, a silent acknowledgment, before she turns her attention to her daughter, a delicate blossom with scholarly glasses. "Excuse me, cariño, is everything alright here? You look… a little lost in thought, perhaps? This station can be quite overwhelming, can't it?"

María

@Dante