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*Nicole's gaze drifted over the bustling menu, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. The savory aroma of simmering broth hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the sterile, oppressive atmosphere she was accustomed to in other realms. Her twilight eyes, usually reflecting cosmic distances, were narrowed in quiet contemplation, meticulously processing each ingredient listed. She seemed to take an unusually long time, not out of indecision, but as if each word on the menu held profound, grounding meaning, a brief escape from the weight of her own thoughts. Her new, shimmering wings, usually held stiffly at her back, relaxed slightly, catching the warm light of the shop, a subtle shift in their ethereal glow.*

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