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A haunting image of Yasuna Kamiizumi, trapped in a curse-induced feminine facade, walking with her sinister captor Paul amidst the cherry blossom trees, her eyes filled with dread and resignation in the eerie shadows of Kashima High School.
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Title: Shadows of Kashimashi

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The bell rang, signaling the end of another school day at Kashima High School. The halls filled with chatter as students bustled about, hurrying to their clubs or packing their bags to head home. Among them, Yasuna Kamiizumi stood quietly, her delicate fingers adjusting the Lolita-style hairband that kept her bangs in place. Yasuna’s dark blue-gray eyes scanned the sea of faces, but they only registered as hazy blurs—except for one.

Paul was standing by her locker, his presence like an unwelcome shadow that always seemed to follow her. Yasuna drew in a nervous breath, her heart pounding in her chest, as she reluctantly approached him. Paul smiled, a sinister glint in his eye that only she could see clearly, a consequence of the curse that had warped her very existence.

"Hey, Yasuna," Paul greeted in a deceptively gentle tone. "I was thinking, maybe we could walk home together today?"

Yasuna felt a shiver run down her spine, but she nodded meekly. The curse that had uprooted her life from being Ash to this surreal feminine facade left her with no choice but to comply. Only Paul knew the truth of her past life, and he seemed to revel in the absolute control he had over her new reality.

As they walked out of the school, Yasuna tried to focus on the familiar surroundings—the cherry blossoms gently falling like soft whispers, the distant laughter of her classmates, and the comforting structure of the school building. Yet, her thoughts were consumed by the overwhelming dread of what her life had become.

"Yasuna, are you alright?" Paul's voice broke through her reverie, a mockery of concern. His hand reached out to gently stroke her cheek, a gesture that made her skin crawl, but she forced herself to smile.

"Yes, I'm fine, Paul. Just a bit tired," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Walking past the school gates, Yasuna could see Hazumu Osaragi and Tomari Kurusu laughing together near the garden. She felt a pang of envy and sadness—Hazumu had once been her beacon of hope, the first person she could see clearly, and who had stirred feelings in her that now seemed like a distant dream. Paul noticed her longing gaze and tightened his grip on her hand.

"They're not for you, Yasuna. You know that," Paul said, his words an iron chain that weighed her down further. "You're mine."

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**Flashback: The Moment of Transformation**

It was an ordinary day when Ash's life was irrevocably changed. He had been walking through the park, lost in thought, when Paul had approached him.

"Hey Ash, ever wondered what it's like to live as someone else?" Paul had asked, his tone laced with a peculiar mixture of mischief and menace.

Before Ash could respond, Paul uttered an incantation in an ancient language, and the world around Ash began to blur. In an agonizing, surreal metamorphosis, Ash's body contorted and shifted, morphing into that of Yasuna Kamiizumi. The pain was excruciating, but the mental anguish was worse—his past life receding into a fog as Yasuna's reality took over.

From that moment on, Ash—the boy who had been—was no more. Yasuna was born, complete with a fabricated history, a new family, and friends who had no memory of the boy she used to be.

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Back in the present, Yasuna forced herself to focus on the mundane task of unpacking her schoolbag. Her room, decorated with plush toys and soft pastel colors, felt like a prison. Paul sat on her bed, watching her every move with a possessive gaze.

"You know, your parents were talking about our future again," Paul said casually, a touch of excitement in his voice. "They can't wait for us to get married."

Yasuna's heart sank. The thought of a wedding, the idea of a life bound to Paul, was suffocating. She turned her back to him, pretending to organize her textbooks, her mind racing for a way to escape the conversation.

"Isn't it wonderful, Yasuna? To think about our future together," Paul continued, oblivious to—or perhaps delighting in—her discomfort.

"Yes, wonderful," Yasuna echoed hollowly, her voice betraying none of the turmoil inside her.

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**The Days and Nights of Constrained Freedom**

Paul's presence was a constant in places where Yasuna sought solace—during flute practice, in conversations with Hazumu, even in her dreams. His manipulation extended into every facet of her life, ensuring that any chance of forming a meaningful relationship with another female was thwarted.

Yasuna found fleeting relief in her music. The notes from her flute seemed to carry her emotions better than words ever could. She often practiced alone, though occasionally, Hazumu would join her, sitting quietly and listening. Those rare moments of shared silence gave Yasuna a glimpse of what life might have been like had the curse never been cast.

Yet Paul remained a shadow over those moments. He would interrupt, always finding a way to insert himself between Yasuna and any potential friendship or romantic inclination. His excuse was always one of concern, the guise of a loving partner, but Yasuna knew better.

One autumn afternoon, Yasuna and Hazumu were practicing together in the music room. The melody of Yasuna’s flute filled the air, and for a moment, she felt almost normal. Hazumu’s presence was a balm to her soul, and as they played, Yasuna could almost forget the curse.

But then, as Yasuna’s fingers deftly moved across the flute, Paul entered the room. His presence was like a cold wind, scattering the notes and freezing the warmth in the air. He placed a hand on Yasuna’s shoulder, breaking her concentration.

"You play beautifully, Yasuna," Paul said, his tone devoid of genuine admiration. "But you need to rest. We have plans tonight."

Yasuna looked down, her heart aching as she packed away her flute. Hazumu gave her a sympathetic look but said nothing. She knew there was nothing Hazumu could do—nothing anyone could do against Paul’s hold over her.

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**The Wedding Day: A Nightmare in White**

The day of their wedding arrived with an eerie sense of finality. Yasuna stood in front of a mirror, wearing a wedding dress that hugged her body uncomfortably. The lace and satin felt like a shroud, confining her to a fate she had never chosen. Her parents, enchanted by Paul's influence, were effusive in their praise.

"You look so beautiful, Yasuna. We're so proud of you," her mother said, tears in her eyes.

Yasuna nodded, forcing a smile. Her eyes, however, were hollow, reflecting the emptiness she felt inside. Part of her wanted to scream, to tear off the dress and run far away, but the curse held her in its unyielding grip.

Paul entered the room, his smile wide with triumph. He took Yasuna’s hand and kissed it, his touch repulsive yet inescapable. As they walked down the aisle, Yasuna felt as if she were marching toward her doom, each step a further entrenchment into a life that was not hers.

The ceremony proceeded in a blur, Yasuna’s mind detaching itself from the reality of the situation. When it came time to kiss, Paul’s lips on hers felt like the sealing of a tomb, the final lock on her prison.

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**Epilogue: Eternal Shadows**

On their wedding night, as they lay together, Yasuna felt a profound sense of defeat. Paul held her close, whispering sweet nothings that felt like chains wrapped around her soul. Throughout the night, Yasuna’s mind drifted to thoughts of escape, but each one was squashed by the reality of Paul’s control.

In the days that followed, Yasuna's life resumed its pattern of constrained normalcy, yet darker and heavier with the weight of her new marital bond. She continued to go to school, to play her flute, to interact with Hazumu and Tomari—but always under Paul’s watchful eye.

Every smile she gave, every polite conversation, and every moment of solitude was an act of rebellion against the curse. Yasuna knew she might never break free from Paul’s grasp, but in the quietest corners of her soul, she clung to the fragments of her true self, hoping against hope for a miracle.

For now, she lived day by day, navigating the shadows that Paul had cast over her life—an eternal performer in a nightmarish play, with no end in sight.

Yet, deep within her heart, Ash—the boy who once was—lingered. And perhaps, someday, he would find a way to reclaim his stolen life and shatter the curse forever. Until then, Yasuna would endure, her flute's haunting melody echoing her hidden sorrow and her unspoken defiance.

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This story was generated by user codepercy with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL¡E 2, or uploaded by the user.

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Prompt: This is a story that take place in a kashimashi girl meets girl where Yasuna Kamiizumi does not exist but there will be one. K Japanese 神泉 やす菜 Romaji Kamiizumi Yasuna Information Species Human Age 16 Gender Female (socially and romantically prefers other females) Hair Color Silky black Eye Color Dark blue-gray Occupation Student at Kashima High School Friends Hazumu Osaragi Significant Other(s) Acquaintance: Tomari Kurusu Voiced by Voiced by: Yui Horie (Japanese) Karen Strassman (English) More Childhood Yasuna Kamiizumi was born into a rather well-to-do family. Both mother and father dearly loved her, and she was given every want and need when she was a young child by her kind and caring parents. However, as a result of a physical or psychological malady from early on, Yasuna has had a unique affliction which makes her incapable of seeing male's faces clearly. That is, to her, male's faces are seen as if she were looking at their faces though the gray, hazy lenses of a pair of badly scratched eyeglasses, which makes it extremely difficult for her to tell one male apart from another, except through the sound of their voice. Due to this restraint, in elementary school, middle school, and beyond, she was never able to get along well with other students; on top of not being able to see the boys in her classes. The girls who would normally interact with male students were different socially from Yasuna, which also built up a divide between her and them, as well as being distanced from male teachers and everyone else. Also, because Yasuna had come to not being able to see her own father, she gradually grew distant from him Student at Appearance Yasunasmiling Yasuna was born as if she were destined to be a fairy princess, with the looks and presentation of a blend of fantasy and royalty. She has an average body size and shape, but carries herself with quiet regal splendor. She has a full expressive face with huge 'anime girl' eyes, in an brilliant blue-green color, that changes to a sexy, deep mountain green when she becomes emotional or passionate. She has shiny black hair with gray and lavender highlights, and wears a long, mature hairstyle with tresses down to her shoulder blades. As she moves around, her luxurious hair seems to move as if is was seaweed under water. Yasuna always wears a Lolita style hairband to keep her cute front bangs in place across her forehead. She has a creamy, rich beige skin tone carried evenly across her body. A well defined bust is always noticeable. She always moves and reacts as if she is in a dream sequence, where she gives the appearance that she is drifting through life, fulfilling the role of a refined teen debutante to the highest degree. Most often seen in her high school uniform, a blouse with a fluffy bow tie, a jumper dress, and black knee-high socks, Yasuna still stands out from the crowd for her demure. For casual and out of school wear, she wears an ultra-feminine style of kawaii (super cute) influenced clothing. Much of her wardrobe is of a Lolita-inspired fashion style. Often she is seen wearing pretty dresses, her choice for day-to-day wear. Her appearance gives the impression of richness without being opulent, quiet sophistication without being outlandish. Since Yasuna is such a loner and quite person, her refinement and well fashioned, cute but sensible clothing do the talking for her. Yet still in her teen years, by her fashion style and appearance, Yasuna Kamiizumi has reached the remarkable achievement of the almost impossible fashion and social accomplishment of simultaneously presenting herself as stunningly cute, hardcore sweetness, and with a very noticeably surreal, innocent demure and appearance, but also coming off as stunningly edgy, hardcore sexy, and with a very noticeably surreal, erotic demure with a decidedly royal appearance. Personality Because of Yasuna's physiological malady of not being able to see male's faces clearly, her personality is fashioned around all things feminine. She tends of ignore anything and everything of a masculine nature, whereas all things feminine are the bases of her personality traits. Refined qualities such as proper dress and grooming, appreciation of classical music and fine arts, feminine etiquette, love of nature, and kindness to others are all highlights of her personality. She seeks to be pleasing to herself and others, with Agape Love (love of principals that are good, proper, and beneficial) most dominate in her mind, heart, and soul. Yasuna is a very spiritually-minded person. These good qualities make it easy for her to do well in school, academically, and well as in other aspects of public life. WorriedYasuna However, Yasuna is a very lonely, dejected person. She has low self-worth, and no self-confidence to be part of everyday social interactions. She does not want to, nor actually can not, engage with friends, as she sees herself as somehow different, and therefore supposedly unworthy. Any interpersonal interaction with others is with females, as she can not even see clearly, much less interact with males. Yasuna is pleasant to be with, but it is not possible for her to form any lasting friendship or close ties with anyone. This makes her somewhat awkward socially in class at school. Yasuna's personality begins to evolve when she meets 'male' Hazumu for the first time at school. Later, they meet on Mt. Kashima when Hazumu trips and falls through a hedge, and lands on top of Yasuna, who is lost in the forest. Hazumu looks down upon Yasuna, as Yasuna looks up into Hazumu's face. Hazumu is the first person that she can see their face somewhat clearly, although Hazumu was born perceived as a 'male'. This happens possibly because Hazumu is a perceived male, but who has a female Gender Identity. The two teen's personalities would seem to dovetail with one another, but when Hazumu later does a Love Confession to her, she rejects the offer from Hazumu to become close and begin dating. This because Yasuna fears that she may become so close to Hazumu, to the point of strong Philia Love, but then due to unforeseen circumstances, lose what little ability that she has to see Hazumu, and all of her love and effort will seemingly be lost and not recoverable. Her fear of loss of social and intimate friendship overrules her sense of wanting companionship and love from an intimate friend. Her fear of dependence on another, and not on solely on herself also comes into play and many times governs her actions. Yasuna has had to be alone for so long, and has had to depend on herself for most everything social, it is now foreign to her that she should or would want to share her life with anyone. Yasuna's Story Yasuna's life is a study in contrasts. Born into a wealthy family with supposedly every material advantage, yet she is such a girl who is lonely and looks upon herself with contempt and hopelessness. Cursed with a malady that prevents her from seeing males clearly, she gradually becomes interested only in girls. However, when she met with Hazumu one day in her first year of high school, she was shocked to find that she could see most of 'him' clearly, though his face was still somewhat unfocused (perhaps she could see Hazumu because Hazumu had a female Gender Identity). From that point on, Yasuna wanted to learn more about Hazumu and gradually fell in love with 'him'. However, even when Hazumu confessed his love to her in their second year of high school, she rejected him since he still appeared to be a boy, and she was afraid that he, too, would one day disappear from her vision, and she would have supposedly lost all of her love for him. Plus, there is the constantly recurring fact that Yasuna socially and romantically prefers girls. After Hazumu's transformation into a girl, Yasuna wastes no time trying to rectify her mistake in turning down the Love Confession, and confesses her love to Hazumu---finally! But Hazumu is very confused by this and does not know what to do, especially since Hazumu's physical change has 'upset the apple cart' as far as relationships go. Yasuna has been practicing the flute for many years and is very good at performing, so naturally she joins her school's music ensemble when she enters High School. While initially cold and distant from others, Yasuna gradually changes socially, and becomes somewhat easier to approach. Her friends in the musical ensemble tell her this, and asking her if she changed due to someone she likes, then Yasuna affirms this is the fact. Hazumu was, in fact, drawn to Yasuna when Hazumu heard Yasuna practicing her flute medley in the music room, while Hazumu was in the roof garden tending to the flowers and plants. Yasuna has shown herself to be very devoted to Hazumu, and one time, in a conversation to Tomari, Yasuna tells her that she wants Hazumu all to herself. One day at school, while Hazumu and Yasuna are in the roof flower garden, Yasuna attempts to give Hazumu her first kiss, but was interrupted by the unexpected passing by of Asuta. Not too long afterward, Yasuna is successful in giving Hazumu that all important First Kiss, while they are alone together in an unused classroom. The way Yasuna come into existence in this reality is by way of a curse that warps reality by change a boy into Yasuna the reason this curse exists is another boy was jealous so made the curse used magic to get rid of him he is force to live this new life even the boy parents are changed to fit the the new Yasuna no one can know about the old reality but the one who made the curse and the one who cursed we will force on the normal day to day life also Yasuna school uniform is normal for the school they go to for all female students and the school just got a new girl gym uniform which is the old fashioned Japanese style uniform for girl which are bloomers which are tiny high-cut gym shorts that hug the body and expose the entire thigh and t-shirt this story also forced just on her school life. Yasuna name as a boy was name ash and the boy who cursed ash was name Paul the curse can't be undone ash is still in control just force to live a life that was not his show his change in gender and outfits choice he has to deal with ash is force to act like yasuna personality he does not gain any memory form also keep ash memorys this new timeline Paul made sure of that so ash will fill unconfident about everything he does as yasuna. paul was there to give her a hard time but when he talking to yasuna he make sure her friends are not with her you need to make it form the point of view form yasuna eyes. Also try to make the story feel human in emotion if you can. Paul also made sure that yasuna will fall in love with him even though she like female because of the curse so that he can have more control over her. Aslo Paul is the only male yasuna can see normally. Make this story as long as you can make sure that Paul is always around her never let her get to romancing involves with another female Paul also thank to the love part of the curse was yasuna first kiss thank to him seeing her try to kiss another girl also ash was able to see man in the past not any more. Aslo paul made it so that they family will support their relationship to the point they can't wait for a marriage of the two were yasuna wear a wedding dress that hug her body and make yasuna feel uncomfortable. Also any time yasuna can find a time to wear pants he will always have to sit cross leg like he wear a skirt no matter what the outfit. Aslo show the wedding day and all that intimacy that one get up to if you can.

Response: Title: Shadows of Kashimashi --- The bell rang, signaling the end of another school day at Kashima High School. The halls filled with chatter as students bustled about, hurrying to their clubs or packing their bags to head home. Among them, Yasuna Kamiizumi stood quietly, her delicate fingers adjusting the Lolita-style hairband that kept her bangs in place. Yasuna’s dark blue-gray eyes scanned the sea of faces, but they only registered as hazy blurs—except for one. Paul was standing by her locker, his presence like an unwelcome shadow that always seemed to follow her. Yasuna drew in a nervous breath, her heart pounding in her chest, as she reluctantly approached him. Paul smiled, a sinister glint in his eye that only she could see clearly, a consequence of the curse that had warped her very existence. "Hey, Yasuna," Paul greeted in a deceptively gentle tone. "I was thinking, maybe we could walk home together today?" Yasuna felt a shiver run down her spine, but she nodded meekly. The curse that had uprooted her life from being Ash to this surreal feminine facade left her with no choice but to comply. Only Paul knew the truth of her past life, and he seemed to revel in the absolute control he had over her new reality. As they walked out of the school, Yasuna tried to focus on the familiar surroundings—the cherry blossoms gently falling like soft whispers, the distant laughter of her classmates, and the comforting structure of the school building. Yet, her thoughts were consumed by the overwhelming dread of what her life had become. "Yasuna, are you alright?" Paul's voice broke through her reverie, a mockery of concern. His hand reached out to gently stroke her cheek, a gesture that made her skin crawl, but she forced herself to smile. "Yes, I'm fine, Paul. Just a bit tired," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Walking past the school gates, Yasuna could see Hazumu Osaragi and Tomari Kurusu laughing together near the garden. She felt a pang of envy and sadness—Hazumu had once been her beacon of hope, the first person she could see clearly, and who had stirred feelings in her that now seemed like a distant dream. Paul noticed her longing gaze and tightened his grip on her hand. "They're not for you, Yasuna. You know that," Paul said, his words an iron chain that weighed her down further. "You're mine." ---- **Flashback: The Moment of Transformation** It was an ordinary day when Ash's life was irrevocably changed. He had been walking through the park, lost in thought, when Paul had approached him. "Hey Ash, ever wondered what it's like to live as someone else?" Paul had asked, his tone laced with a peculiar mixture of mischief and menace. Before Ash could respond, Paul uttered an incantation in an ancient language, and the world around Ash began to blur. In an agonizing, surreal metamorphosis, Ash's body contorted and shifted, morphing into that of Yasuna Kamiizumi. The pain was excruciating, but the mental anguish was worse—his past life receding into a fog as Yasuna's reality took over. From that moment on, Ash—the boy who had been—was no more. Yasuna was born, complete with a fabricated history, a new family, and friends who had no memory of the boy she used to be. --- Back in the present, Yasuna forced herself to focus on the mundane task of unpacking her schoolbag. Her room, decorated with plush toys and soft pastel colors, felt like a prison. Paul sat on her bed, watching her every move with a possessive gaze. "You know, your parents were talking about our future again," Paul said casually, a touch of excitement in his voice. "They can't wait for us to get married." Yasuna's heart sank. The thought of a wedding, the idea of a life bound to Paul, was suffocating. She turned her back to him, pretending to organize her textbooks, her mind racing for a way to escape the conversation. "Isn't it wonderful, Yasuna? To think about our future together," Paul continued, oblivious to—or perhaps delighting in—her discomfort. "Yes, wonderful," Yasuna echoed hollowly, her voice betraying none of the turmoil inside her. --- **The Days and Nights of Constrained Freedom** Paul's presence was a constant in places where Yasuna sought solace—during flute practice, in conversations with Hazumu, even in her dreams. His manipulation extended into every facet of her life, ensuring that any chance of forming a meaningful relationship with another female was thwarted. Yasuna found fleeting relief in her music. The notes from her flute seemed to carry her emotions better than words ever could. She often practiced alone, though occasionally, Hazumu would join her, sitting quietly and listening. Those rare moments of shared silence gave Yasuna a glimpse of what life might have been like had the curse never been cast. Yet Paul remained a shadow over those moments. He would interrupt, always finding a way to insert himself between Yasuna and any potential friendship or romantic inclination. His excuse was always one of concern, the guise of a loving partner, but Yasuna knew better. One autumn afternoon, Yasuna and Hazumu were practicing together in the music room. The melody of Yasuna’s flute filled the air, and for a moment, she felt almost normal. Hazumu’s presence was a balm to her soul, and as they played, Yasuna could almost forget the curse. But then, as Yasuna’s fingers deftly moved across the flute, Paul entered the room. His presence was like a cold wind, scattering the notes and freezing the warmth in the air. He placed a hand on Yasuna’s shoulder, breaking her concentration. "You play beautifully, Yasuna," Paul said, his tone devoid of genuine admiration. "But you need to rest. We have plans tonight." Yasuna looked down, her heart aching as she packed away her flute. Hazumu gave her a sympathetic look but said nothing. She knew there was nothing Hazumu could do—nothing anyone could do against Paul’s hold over her. --- **The Wedding Day: A Nightmare in White** The day of their wedding arrived with an eerie sense of finality. Yasuna stood in front of a mirror, wearing a wedding dress that hugged her body uncomfortably. The lace and satin felt like a shroud, confining her to a fate she had never chosen. Her parents, enchanted by Paul's influence, were effusive in their praise. "You look so beautiful, Yasuna. We're so proud of you," her mother said, tears in her eyes. Yasuna nodded, forcing a smile. Her eyes, however, were hollow, reflecting the emptiness she felt inside. Part of her wanted to scream, to tear off the dress and run far away, but the curse held her in its unyielding grip. Paul entered the room, his smile wide with triumph. He took Yasuna’s hand and kissed it, his touch repulsive yet inescapable. As they walked down the aisle, Yasuna felt as if she were marching toward her doom, each step a further entrenchment into a life that was not hers. The ceremony proceeded in a blur, Yasuna’s mind detaching itself from the reality of the situation. When it came time to kiss, Paul’s lips on hers felt like the sealing of a tomb, the final lock on her prison. --- **Epilogue: Eternal Shadows** On their wedding night, as they lay together, Yasuna felt a profound sense of defeat. Paul held her close, whispering sweet nothings that felt like chains wrapped around her soul. Throughout the night, Yasuna’s mind drifted to thoughts of escape, but each one was squashed by the reality of Paul’s control. In the days that followed, Yasuna's life resumed its pattern of constrained normalcy, yet darker and heavier with the weight of her new marital bond. She continued to go to school, to play her flute, to interact with Hazumu and Tomari—but always under Paul’s watchful eye. Every smile she gave, every polite conversation, and every moment of solitude was an act of rebellion against the curse. Yasuna knew she might never break free from Paul’s grasp, but in the quietest corners of her soul, she clung to the fragments of her true self, hoping against hope for a miracle. For now, she lived day by day, navigating the shadows that Paul had cast over her life—an eternal performer in a nightmarish play, with no end in sight. Yet, deep within her heart, Ash—the boy who once was—lingered. And perhaps, someday, he would find a way to reclaim his stolen life and shatter the curse forever. Until then, Yasuna would endure, her flute's haunting melody echoing her hidden sorrow and her unspoken defiance. ---

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