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"Rosé! "
"Please answer our questions, Miss!"
"Is it true you're a witch, they say?"
"Is it true that you've lied about your identity for the entire time?"
"Rosé, confirm the rumors!"
"Rosé! Please acknowledge my love for ya!"
Amidst the deafening chaos, Rosé maintained her composure and poise, a remarkable feat considering the constant onslaught of paparazzi and media frenzy that had plagued her every move for as long as she could remember. Her reputation preceded her, and the public had labeled her a witch, a woman with supernatural abilities that could bend reality to her will.
But Rosé was more than just a witch; she was a master of her craft, a formidable force to be reckoned with. Her true identity remained shrouded in mystery, hidden away from the prying eyes of the media and the public. However, rumors circulated that she was not who she claimed to be, that her entire persona was nothing but a façade.
Despite the constant scrutiny and accusations, Rosé remained unfazed, her gaze fixed forward as she navigated her way through the sea of bodies, her entourage of massive bodyguards creating a path for her. It was as if she were in a trance, moving with an otherworldly grace that only fueled the rumors of her supernatural abilities.
The media barrage followed her every move, their incessant questions ringing in her ears like a never-ending hum. But Rosé paid them no heed, the words of the press like white noise in the back of her mind. She knew her true power lay in her ability to remain calm and collected, to maintain her enigmatic aura no matter what the world threw at her.
As she reached the towering edifice in front of her, the crowds around her grew thicker, their whispers and murmurs echoing in the air like a symphony of chaos. But Rosé paid them no mind, her eyes fixed forward as she approached the entrance. The doors swung open as if by magic, beckoning her inside, and Rosé walked through them without a second thought.
The eyes of the world were on her as she made her way towards the elevator, her bodyguards trailing behind her like loyal sentinels. The media followed her every move, their flashes blinding and disorienting. But Rosé remained unfazed, her mind focused on the task at hand.
As the elevator doors opened, Rosé stepped inside without looking back, her destination clear in her mind. The doors closed behind her, sealing her off from the outside world. It was a moment of peace, a fleeting respite from the chaos that had become her life. But Rosé knew that it would not last, that the world outside would always be waiting for her, ready to pounce at the first sign of weakness.
For Rosé, every moment was a battle, a test of her strength and resilience. But she was determined to rise above it all, to prove that she was more than just a witch, more than just a mere mortal. She was a force of nature, a woman who defied the boundaries of reality itself. And as she ascended towards her destination, Rosé knew that nothing could stand in her way.
