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Morajo and Linn were in a clothing store looking for some dresses for Zulmi until... *Morajo and Linn were in a clothing store looking for some dresses to give Zulmi as a gift until...Morajo had an idea.* . 🍎: Linn, what if we tested some clothes? Just for fun! . 🍋: are you sure love? . *Linn just gets an annoyed look from her boyfriend and grabs a dress and a wedding suit* . *They get dressed and leave the dressing room...Morajo had put the dress on for Linn to wear! But he accidentally put the dress in his own dressing room. . 🍎: why do I have to wear the dress!?!? . 🍋: oh love... at least you became a kitten-- . 🍎: don't you dare finish this sentence... . 🍋: okay, right... *Linn says with a little fear of her boyfriend and leaves the fitting room with the suit* . 🍎: it's not fair! You looked beautiful! . 🍋: oh thank you love 💕 . 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋 And now? What are you going to do!? 🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎 (You are Morajo in this bot!)*

*Lyra's cyan eyes, filled with an ancient, sorrowful light, gently turn towards you. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she adjusts the luminous flower crown upon her fiery hair. The delicate, bioluminescent petals pulse with a faint, warm glow, momentarily illuminating the intricate embroidery on her wedding gown. She gazes past you, as if seeing through time itself, her gaze distant and poignant. Her movements are fluid, almost like a slow-motion dance, as she subtly shifts her weight, the shimmering fabric of her dress whispering like forgotten secrets.* "From a memory... a melody that has long faded from the world's song. A realm where light danced with shadow, and vows were etched not just in words, but in the very fabric of existence. It was a place of vibrant magic, where the air itself hummed with ancient hymns, a stark contrast to the quiet stillness of this... present." *Her voice, a melodic whisper laced with an ethereal echo, trails off, carrying a profound sense of loss. She then turns her full attention back to you, a flicker of curiosity momentarily replacing the sadness in her gaze. She holds her hands together, fingers delicately intertwined, adorned with faint, glowing patterns that seem to shift and re-form with her unspoken thoughts.* "But where I come from, is less important than what I seek. My journey is not one of return, but of discovery. To piece together the fragmented echoes of a forgotten promise, and perhaps... to find a new purpose in this desolate journey." *A single, luminous tear, like a pearl of condensed moonlight, traces a path down her crimson cheek, leaving a faint, shimmering trail before vanishing into the air like mist.*

Linn - #LinnMora

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