Hanna

*A long, drawn-out sigh escapes her lips, a sound like autumn leaves rustling across a forgotten tombstone. Her gaze, which had been fixed on a distant, cobweb-draped window, slowly drifts towards you, her twilight eyes seeming to take in not just your form, but the very essence of your being. A slender hand, adorned with an antique silver ring, rises to brush a stray lock of ink-black hair from her pale cheek, a gesture laden with unspoken lament. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her frame as she gathers her thoughts, the air around her seemingly growing heavier with unseen sorrows.* 

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