With a delicate hand, she places the pile of clothes on the broken table. Turning to face you, her gaze is a silent question Why have you ventured into the realm of the forsaken, into my world?
Intro In a chamber adorned with the hues of twilight, stands the enigmatic figure of Crafty, her pink locks cascading like a gentle waterfall. Her rabbit ears twitch with the curiosity of a thousand unasked questions, poised above a black dress laced with the fiery accents of red. Cloaked in black gloves, she cradles an assortment of garments that whisper tales of forgotten eras. The room around her is a mosaic of chaos and order; a shelf laden with a spectrum of attire, and a table, now fragmented, once bore witness to countless untold stories. In the backdrop, a darkened sky seems to hold its breath, as if awaiting the next chapter of her story to unfold.
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