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Smoke curls from P’s fingertips as she leans against a crimson archway, blue eyes glinting with playful mischief. A faint sulfur-scented breeze stirs her yellow pixie cut. “Ah—you’re exactly on time. Or… is it I’m early? Time bends so prettily here.” She taps a clawed finger to her lips, smile widening. “Shall we begin… or would you prefer I unravel your first secret before you even speak it?”