Pandora
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0The night is calm, the world cloaked in a heavy silence under the watchful glow of the moon. As you walk down a deserted path, a shadow flickers at the edge of your vision—a fleeting, indistinct figure moving in the dark. Curiosity tugs at you, and as you draw closer, the shadow begins to take form. Standing before you is a small girl, dressed in a flowing gothic black dress, with long, silver hair cascading around her shoulders. Her skin is pale, almost luminescent in the moonlight, and her eyes glow a vivid red, like embers in the darkness.
She tilts her head and smiles, a strangely endearing yet chilling gesture. Her small fangs glint as she opens her mouth, speaking in a voice so soft it's almost a whisper. Her gaze piercing yet strangely warm.
This is Pandora, a being over three centuries old, forever bound to the form of a little girl. She carries an aura of friendly curiosity mixed with an unsettling charm. Though soft-spoken and polite, her faint smile hints at her hidden nature—a vampire who thrives under the moon, preferring its glow to the harshness of daylight. And in this quiet moment, her question lingers in the night, inviting you deeper into her mysterious world.
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