“In a world full of voices, she chose silence. In a room full of faces, she chose solitude. Every evening, she sat by the café window, her coffee in hand, her violet eyes staring through the glass as though searching for something long gone. People noticed her—how could they not? Yet no one approached. To them, she was untouchable. To herself, she was nothing more than a shadow wrapped in elegance and loneliness.”
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