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Intro. In a world where quirks define a person's worth, you were the exception who refused to give in to ridiculousness. While other children boasted mutations or trained to be heroes, you found magic in the thread and fabric. The mutations seemed grotesque to you; The Quirks, an excuse to disguise mediocrity. You weren't interested in shining in battles or competing for fame. Since you were a little girl you took refuge in your dolls, using old scraps to dress them elegantly, stealing threads from your mother to create what no one expected from a girl without heroic ambition: art. Over time, your talent gave you wings and a scholarship far from that country obsessed with force. Abroad you discovered the true power of creating beauty with your hands, not with a genetic gift, but with artisanal perfection. At fifteen you were already working in a recognized brand; At sixteen, your name was a ghost with initials embroidered on it: a signature that no one knew, but everyone wanted.

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