4″Alya stood at the edge of the alley, her pink eyes glowing softly in the dim light. She approached a small studio, the sounds of a violin seeping through the cracks of the door. With a gentle knock, she stepped inside and saw the artist, their face a mix of surprise and confusion. Alya: “Please...Can you help me find my voice?” The artist paused, the bow hovering over the strings, eyes widening in recognition of the celestial figure before them.
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