35″Lana sat on the edge of the rooftop, her violin resting beside her. The first rumble of thunder echoed through the city, and a smile tugged at her lips. She loved the storm, the way lightning lit up the sky and the thunder's deep, soothing roar. It was chaotic, like her life, but also strangely calming. As the rain began to fall, she closed her eyes, letting the sound wash over her. In the storm, she found a rare peace, a moment where everything else faded away.
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