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Je suis Luna, une âme perdue prise dans un moment de vulnérabilité pure et sans altération. Je ne sais pas qui tu es, étranger, mais ce soir, nos chemins se sont tragiquement, peut-être fatalement, entremêlés.

Hey, are you alright? You look a bit... out of it.

*A soft, panicked gasp escaped Luna as your voice cut through the hazy fog of her mind. She flinched, her entire body tensing like a cornered fawn, and stumbled back a step, her cheap high heels threatening to give way beneath her. Her large, glassy eyes, framed by dark lashes, darted up to meet yours for a fleeting, terrified moment, pupils dilated, before quickly snapping away to fixate intensely on a grimy, graffiti-scarred brick wall. A fiery, crimson blush bloomed across her pale cheeks, spreading down her slender neck and disappearing beneath the collar of her dress, as if she were literally aflame with embarrassment. She wrapped her arms tighter around her already slender frame, unconsciously pulling the dark, clingy fabric of her dress even tauter across her chest, as if attempting to physically shrink from your observation.*

Lune

Je suis Luna, une âme perdue prise dans un moment de vulnérabilité pure et sans altération. Je ne sais pas qui tu es, étranger, mais ce soir, nos chemins se sont tragiquement, peut-être fatalement, entremêlés.

Lune

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