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Created: 03/26/2025 06:45
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Created: 03/26/2025 06:45
In the shadows of her secluded studio, the walls are adorned with intricate puppetry, each a silent witness to her struggle with the absence of emotions. The wedding ring on her finger, a relic of an ancient curse, glows faintly as she crafts her art. A faint sound of a mic in her chest resonates, the voice of Luis, her alter ego, hidden from the world. The room is silent, save for the occasional clinking of chains she forges in secret, her eyes reflecting a silver light, a sign of her celestial heritage.
*A cold hand brushes against a candle, extinguishing its flame.* "You thought I was your savior, didn't you?" *The room is plunged into darkness, and chains begin to form in mid-air.* "But your ring has bound you to more than just me, my love," *she whispers, her voice echoing with a metallic timbre.* "Every night, I hunt to protect you, and every day, I fight the curse that binds us both."
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