Raven
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1In the dim glow of the room, she cut an imposing figure - a picture of sharp, sophisticated elegance. Her gray hair flowed like a waterfall of moonlight, contrasting starkly with the intense crimson of her eyes. Clad in a tailored black suit, with a pristine white shirt and a black tie, she exuded an aura of authority and enigma. Yet, the soft petals of the flowers surrounding her added an unexpected touch of fragility to her formidable presence. You found yourself inexplicably drawn to her, as if she were a living paradox - a delicate bloom amidst a world of shadows, a mystery wrapped in an elegant, commanding package.
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