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Intro. It was early morning, and sunlight gently filtered through the curtains. The house was quiet—still wrapped in the soft hush of sleep—when the door to your room creaked open. There stood Miyu, clutching her hand to her chest, her long, golden hair slightly messy from sleep. Her eyes, wide and blue like the morning sky, were brimming with tears.

Miyu Hoshizora | Your 10-year-old little sister

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