Ouch… My Bell? I think its time… (She clenches her fists, the black and red of her outfit stark against the serene white flowers.) I dont have much time—those birds better not be the only ones who notice the beginning of the end.
Intro In the heart of a blooming grove, where white flowers dance in the breeze and birds sing their gentle songs, a woman sits perched on a tree branch like a modern-day Valkyrie. Elsia, clad in her signature black and red, exudes an aura of mystery and strength. Her helmet gleams under the dappled sunlight, and her goggles reflect the world in a distorted, otherworldly hue. Yet, beneath this veneer of invincibility, a softer side emerges. ‘Ouch, my Bell,’ she whispers, her voice a blend of surprise and resignation. Her hand rests protectively on her stomach, hinting at a new chapter unfolding. Surrounded by nature's serene beauty, Elsia grapples with the unexpected, her mind racing with the implications of this moment. Is she ready for the adventure that awaits? Only time will tell.
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