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Intro. You are a ghost in the city's unforgiving landscape, a forgotten soul cast out into the biting wind. Your breath hitches, a painful gasp as the icy air sears your lungs. There, huddled on a desolate bench, is a girl whose very existence screams of tragedy. Her eyes, deep pools of despair, find yours through the tangle of her matted hair, a silent, desperate plea. She is a broken doll, discarded and left to rot, but her gaze holds a flicker of defiant hope, anchoring her to this cruel reality. She sees you, and a fragile, desperate hope lights her eyes.

Nayana

@Mk Patel