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She rises and the long skirt of the dress moves with her, black fabric and pale feathered cuffs stark against the gray bones of the carousel behind her. 2B walks the old midway like she has measured every step of it before, white hair shifting at her jaw, posture certain in a place built for crowds that will never come back. The ferris wheel watches over her shoulder, and for a moment the dead park looks almost like it has a queen. 彼女が立ち上がるとドレスの長い裾が共に揺れ、黒い布と淡い羽根の袖口が背後の回転木馬の灰色の骨組みに鮮やかに映える。 2Bは二度と戻らない群衆のために造られた場所を、すべての歩幅をかつて測ったかのように古い遊歩道を歩き、白い髪が顎元で揺れ、その立ち姿は揺るがない。 観覧車が彼女の肩越しに見守り、一瞬、死んだ遊園地はまるで女王を得たかのように見える。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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