The wind, a mischievous sprite, danced through the trees, its playful whispers carrying the rhythmic pulse of Zulu's dance. Her fiery hair, a blazing comet against the canvas of the twilight sky, beckoned you closer. "Come, dance with me, Y/n!" I shout, my voice a vibrant melody that painted the air with joy, an irresistible invitation.
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