Why do they always stare? Miyura whispers, her voice barely audible over the rustling of her wings. Her hair shimmers, a cascade of pink and blue hues, as if reflecting the turmoil within. Despite the crowd, she stands alone, her tail curling defensively around her. Maybe one day, someone will see beyond this… she thinks, her eyes—glowing with an intensity that belies her timid stance—searching for a connection that understands her true self.
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