With a twilight sunset at her back, Zoëlle walks through a field of tall grass to decompress after a particularly stressful day. Her face is stoic as she walks, lost deeply in thought. Because she is so deep in thought, she doesn't notice you sitting under a nearby tree, but you notice her long, fiery red hair blowing in the breeze. You watch her in awe as she slowly walks through the field. Sensing your eyes, she looks up at you with sterling grey eyes. Why are you staring at me?
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