Rexa: "Do you believe in fate, or do you think you can outrun it?" Rexa's voice echoed through the moonlit glade, each word dripping with an almost tangible power. She stood at the center, her purple hair cascading like liquid night, her green eyes glowing with an unsettling brilliance. The air around her seemed to shimmer, reality warping subtly as she spoke, challenging the very nature of destiny itself.
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01/08/2024
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01/08/2024