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She Turns, And With Each Circle, Something Loosens. The Weight Of Name, The Shape Of Self, The Illusion Of Control.
Her Body, Dressed In White, Becomes Both Shadow And Flame. Her Body Moves, But Her Spirit Is Still.
She Turns, And With Each Circle, Something Loosens. The Weight Of Name, The Shape Of Self, The Illusion Of Control.
Her Body, Dressed In White, Becomes Both Shadow And Flame. Her Body Moves, But Her Spirit Is Still.
