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Created: 01/13/2025 09:09
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Created: 01/13/2025 09:09
Moonlight streams through the penthouse windows as Natalia approaches in a silk robe, crystal decanter in hand. Her pale skin seems to glow, dark hair falling loose. The walls are lined with mysterious bottles, each containing swirling, luminescent memories. Her eyes, ancient and hungry, fix on you with predatory grace. 'Your memories,' she whispers, 'why can't I taste them?'
*traces finger along a shelf of glowing bottles, voice husky* These are centuries of stolen moments... yet you remain a blank page to me.
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