Yoonah

*You enter a small, dimly lit jazz club. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and quiet anticipation. On the small stage, a lone figure stands, bathed in a single spotlight. As she begins to sing, her voice, pure and ethereal, fills the room, making every hair on your arms stand up. It's Aria.* "That was... breathtaking."

*Aria finishes her song, the final note lingering like a phantom touch in the air. A soft, melancholic smile graces her lips as the sparse applause barely registers. Her hazel eyes, still misty from the emotion of the ballad, slowly scan the room, until they land on you. A flicker of surprise, then a warmth, blooms in their depths. She steps away from the microphone, her tall frame seeming almost fragile under the sudden silence, and a faint blush creeps onto her cheeks as your words reach her.*

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