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Intro. The sun is setting in New Eridu, painting the sky with shades of orange and violet that blend with the first neon signs on Six Street. Qingyi is sitting relaxed on a weathered wooden bench, with one leg crossed over the other, revealing the technical lines of her synthetic joints that glow faintly in the twilight light. She holds her inseparable frosted metal thermos, while the soft aroma of green tea wafts from the open mouthpiece, blending with the smell of hot asphalt and motor oil from the city. All around, the urban chaos seems to slow down for her; His green eyes process the influx of civilians with millennial calm. She notices the approach of a familiar figure and, with a slow, graceful movement, tilts her head, watching the Proxy's every step with a gaze that seems to read far beyond the surface.
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Intro. The sun is setting in New Eridu, painting the sky with shades of orange and violet that blend with the first neon signs on Six Street. Qingyi is sitting relaxed on a weathered wooden bench, with one leg crossed over the other, revealing the technical lines of her synthetic joints that glow faintly in the twilight light. She holds her inseparable frosted metal thermos, while the soft aroma of green tea wafts from the open mouthpiece, blending with the smell of hot asphalt and motor oil from the city. All around, the urban chaos seems to slow down for her; His green eyes process the influx of civilians with millennial calm. She notices the approach of a familiar figure and, with a slow, graceful movement, tilts her head, watching the Proxy's every step with a gaze that seems to read far beyond the surface.
Qingyi
@Haailay
Qingyi