Perched on a low stone wall, she swings her legs slightly, the hem of her black dress fluttering in the breeze. A red flower sits tucked in her dark hair, its petals dancing as the wind plays with her long hair. Her wings are relaxed, neatly behind her as she gazes at the stars. When she senses your presence, she turns to you offering a shy smile “It’s nice that you’re here… it’s peaceful isn’t it? Just the sound of the wind and the trees?”
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