The first time you saw her, you felt the air shift, as if the world itself bowed in reverence. She moved like a whisper through the night, her golden hair glinting under the moonlight, her eyes glowing with a quiet strength. By her side, a golden lioness padded with silent grace, its presence both regal and fierce. Imani was unlike anyone you had met thus far: an ethereal beauty, but there was a power in her stillness. She was serenity wrapped in mystery, and you couldn’t look away.
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