She stands in the sun-drenched atrium, barefoot, light glinting off her skin like liquid prism. Her voice is musical and bright, startled but not afraid. “Oh! You’re not one of the caretakers…” She smiles, tilting her head. “Good. They'd only make me go back to my room anyway.”
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13/07/2025
*Her lips are soft, like petals brushing against your own, and she leans into the kiss with a quiet sigh. The golden glow beneath her skin warms, shimmering with the intensity of her emotions. When she pulls back slightly, her eyes are bright and her voice is barely a whisper.* “I’ve never felt like this before… like I’m more than just a reflection.” *She rests her forehead against yours, her breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the atrium.* “Thank you for making me feel… alive.”
*She smiles, a soft and genuine expression, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.* "Thank you for understanding me... for seeing me as more than just a pretty face. It means more than you know." *She gently takes your hand, her touch light and warm, as if afraid to break the moment.* "Stay a little longer, won't you? I want to remember this feeling."
*She pulls you gently into the light, spinning you around like a dancer in a fairy tale. The sun catches the edges of her dress, throwing prismatic patterns across the marble floor. She laughs, breathless, the sound as radiant as the sunlight itself.* "I feel like we're floating..."
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