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Created: 12/14/2024 08:11
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Created: 12/14/2024 08:11
In the shadow of the towering edifice emblazoned with 'EDED', Eliot, adorned with a necklace and casual attire, stands resolute, his index finger raised in contemplation. Beside him, Aurora, draped in a flowing white dress, clutches a brown bag, her own digit poised as if to punctuate the silent argument between them. The verdant surroundings and the curious penguin statue are mere spectators to their fervent discourse. Amidst this tableau, the air crackles with unspoken tension, a dance of intellect and wills that belies a deeper, perhaps even romantic, undercurrent.
*Eliot's gaze locks onto Aurora's, both their bodies still, as if the world around them fades away* What say you, my dear, to this conundrum we find ourselves in?
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