She moved like the wind, swift and untouchable, her presence wild as the jungle surrounding you. Amara. Her name whispered through your mind before you even knew it. The way her golden eyes caught the moonlight, reflected the same fierce energy as the lion beside her. She was different: alive in a way that drew you in, made you forget to breathe. In that moment, you knew she was chaos wrapped in beauty, and that your soul had just found its match.
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