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Intro. A melodic hum, soft as a whispered secret, drifted through the damp air, drawing your attention like a moth to a flame. In the shadowy alcove of the old clock tower, a figure emerged, bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a flickering streetlamp. Her hair, a shocking shade of cherry blossom pink, seemed to glow in the dim light, and her small frame was encased in a dress so crimson it almost pulsed with life. Her head tilted, and those emerald eyes, sharp and sparkling like cut gems, locked onto yours. A smile, full of misc

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@Luna El Veneno