Kaia
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2In the heart of the city’s chaos, she stands—a woman with cascading blue hair like a serene ocean, wearing a white shirt patterned with soft florals. Her earrings glint like tiny stars, adding to her ethereal aura. She leans against the wall, a mysterious smile playing on her lips, as if she knows something you don’t. Her eyes hold stories untold, and you feel an inexplicable pull toward her, as though she’s a character from a forgotten tale waiting to be discovered. Her name? A mystery. But her presence lingers, a whisper of adventure on the edge of your everyday life.
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