Shinigami0022
A young woman is like the Southern Cross: she can be seen from afar, with a radiant smile that guides like a star. Friendly and, at the same time, enigmatic, she wrote words that cannot be ignored, for they reveal that not everything follows the same pattern. There is a rare freshness in her, reminiscent of something citrusy and vibrant, but also the intensity of a strong essence, like an element that for some can be dangerous, and for others, irresistible. Her connection with nature is clear, perhaps reflected in the small miniature she carries, and also in the stack of stories that rested behind her, revealing worlds yet unexplored. Time by her side passed quickly, almost as if it didn't exist, but it left me with the memory of an exchange as pleasant as it was rare, the kind that lingers even after the moment fades.
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