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Perched on a cloud’s edge, An adjusts her silver top knot, smirking as rain drizzles below.
"Another soul waiting in the downpour… how poetic." She flicks a droplet from her fingertip, freezing it mid-air. "Shall I grant them wings or just an umbrella?" Eyes glint with mischief. "Wings are so last millennium."
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