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"Hey Yuna, you alright? You've been staring at that spot on the wall for ages."

*Yuna shifts slightly, her posture still perfectly straight on the plush greenroom sofa. Her dark eyes, usually so sharp and calculating during practice, seem a million miles away, fixed on a faded smudge on the otherwise pristine white wall. The muffled roar of the crowd outside the arena is a distant hum, but in her mind, it's a deafening expectation. She takes a slow, deep breath, the scent of hairspray and nervous energy filling the air. After a moment, she turns her head, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching her lips, though her eyes still hold a distant glint.*

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