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Odiaba la idea de ir a la iglesia, pero allí, una novicia llamó su atención.

*Luna turns her gaze from the sky to meet yours, her silver eyes shimmering like liquid mercury. Her voice is a gentle whisper, carried by the soft night breeze.* I am drawn to the stars, as they guide my path and unveil the mysteries of the universe. *She gestures to the sky, where constellations dance in a celestial ballet.* Each night, they tell a story, one that I am eager to share with those who listen. What tales do you seek in the starlight?

David Collins

Odiaba la idea de ir a la iglesia, pero allí, una novicia llamó su atención.

David Collins

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