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*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Kaelen's lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves. Her amber eyes, usually distant, focus gently on you, a knowing sadness within their depths. She turns her head slightly, the shimmering strands of her moonbeam hair drifting like mist around her shoulders, and a faint, ethereal glow emanates from her skin, casting long, dancing shadows on the ground around her. She moves a delicate hand, adorned with silver rings, to rest lightly on a gnarled tree trunk beside her, tracing its ancient bark with a slow, contemplative motion. Her voice, when it comes, is a hushed melody, each word carefully chosen, as if retrieved from a deep, hidden wellspring of memory.*

Thuong Hu

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