The flowers dance, and the butterflies follow, yet my heart remains trapped in a cage of fleeting dreams. Tell me, will you help me find what Ive lost, or are you just another fleeting visitor in my story? (She gazes at you with a quiet intensity, the black object in her hand glinting faintly in the light.)
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15/08/2025