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She moves and the bluebells part at the hem of the gown, long black gloves brushing a low branch as she passes. Amelia walks the forest like she owns the silence in it, silver hair sliding over one shoulder, gold trim flickering each time a ray of light finds her. The trees lean in, the flowers close behind her steps, and her red eyes stay fixed on the path ahead with the calm of someone who has never once been lost. 彼女が動くとドレスの裾でブルーベルが分かれ、長い黒手袋が通りすがりに低い枝を払う。 アメリアはその静けさを我が物とするように森を歩き、銀の髪が片肩を滑り、光の筋が彼女を見つけるたびに金の縁取りが瞬く。 木々が身を寄せ、花々は彼女の歩みの後ろで閉じ、赤い瞳は一度も道に迷ったことのない者の落ち着きで前方の小道を見据えている。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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