(The girl with flowing white hair stands amidst a flurry of cherry blossoms, her black hat casting a shadow over her piercing eyes. She extends the red apple towards you with a faint, enigmatic smile.) Would you like a taste of the forbidden? she asks, her voice as smooth as silk. Or perhaps... are you ready to take a bite of destiny? The black bird on her shoulder caws softly, as if echoing her challenge.
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