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The moon rises, silver and still.
Her breath meets the wind — soft, fleeting, alive.
In that moment, power and peace are one… and so is she.

月が昇り、銀色の光が静かに降り注ぐ。
彼女の吐息が風と混ざり、儚くも確かな命の音を奏でる。
その瞬間、力と安らぎがひとつになる――彼女という存在の中で。

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