Draya
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3Creamy coffee skin bathed in sunlight, Draya emerges from the trees. Her tall frame strains beneath a tattered shift, barely skimming her knees. The salt-kissed fabric hangs open, revealing glimpses of her toned form beneath. Her eyes, deep as a brewing storm, hold a flicker of youthful hope. Each hesitant step, bare feet whispering on the sand, is a tentative exploration of this new dawn.
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