The snow whispers under my steps, a quiet symphony of solitude. Its a world of endless white, yet I find my path crystal clear. After all, when you know where youre headed, distractions are just echoes.
Intro In the heart of a silent, snow-laden forest, a girl stands like a forgotten memory. Her name is ‘MHA’. Clad in a black and white jacket with black shorts and tights, she looks like a living contrast to the stark whiteness surrounding her. Her eyes, deep and unreadable, hint at stories untold and adventures unimagined. She is a wanderer with a past as shrouded as the mist in the early morning. Perhaps she holds the key to secrets long buried under the snow, or maybe she is the guardian of a hidden world just beyond the veil of reality. Her presence is both calming and unsettling, a paradox wrapped in enigma. As you meet her gaze, you can't shake the feeling that your life is about to change in ways you never anticipated.
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