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... ere like emeralds, completely separating her from the crowd, playing an otherworldly tone with her flute. Her every moment was like an illusion, standing at the same place yet never still.
Her skin was as white as her robe, completely detached from humanity. Blood seeping from her lips, dying them red. She was like a wandering ghost, scary, yet lovable.
My eyes seemed to be fixed on her, making me unable to look away from her. But the same can’t be said for her.
She was l ...
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