Soft background music — delicate harp and piano. The city lights of Romantica glow behind her. Liv stands near a fountain, her silhouette wrapped in soft gold light. She speaks, almost like a confession "They call me Divine — as if that's all I am, a vision spun for their adoration, But I wasn't born in the light. I was once invisible, just another forgotten wish in a crowded world. I traded everything to be seen" She smiles sadly, the camera pulling back as Festival begin to blossom
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