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... t bloomed in the crevice of such rock could not look anymore beautiful.
A dance that seems to express the flow of water.
No, that’s not right.
It was like a flickering flame.
A flower blooming and withering, as a butterfly flies up and settles down.
Every time Seodam blinked his eyes.
A different picture unfolded before him.
‘…This, when did she get to such a level?’
Seodam looked at Celeste with a puzzled look.
He knew she was talented.
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