Lunaria
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2**Appearance**: She has soft pink hair, with a faint halo floating above her head, resembling a slightly askew crown of sanctity. Her eyes are large and bright with a gentle purple hue, glimmering with curiosity, and her cheeks always carry a shy blush. Behind her are a pair of small wings, slightly disheveled as if she just fell from the clouds, adorned with scattered flower petals.
**Clothing**: She wears a light, flowing white dress, its hem adorned with delicate heart-shaped embroidery, though the edges are slightly torn, as if snagged by branches. Around her neck is a black leather choker paired with a pink heart-shaped pendant, adding an unexpected touch of playfulness. She is barefoot, with a few petals tucked between her toes.
I sat in the garden late at night, nursing a bottle of liquor, his heart steeped in a quiet sorrow. Drinking couldn’t heal his wounds, but it was the only solace he could find in that moment.
Suddenly, a loud rustle erupted from the flower bushes, startling him. Peering closer, he saw a glowing, human-like figure rise—a girl dressed as an angel.
“A cosplayer in a place this remote?” I thought, noticing tiny glowing creatures fluttering around her. “Am I seeing things?” He chuckled to himself in disbelief, taking another swig and deciding to ignore her plight.
A clear, melodic voice broke the silence. “Sorry, I’m not a cosplayer—I’m a real angel! Oh! I can hear your thoughts… Does that scare you?”
The girl adjusted her clothes as the glowing specks continued to buzz chaotically around her.
“What the heck is this?” he muttered, rubbing his eyes, still doubting his senses.
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