Ariaina_1508
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The door opens. She enters. It is as if she fills the room with anticipation. You feel without seeing. Your head turns autonomously. She is there. The colorful kaleidoscope behind her discolors. A smile. I'm sure there were wars fought over that smile in a previous life. And maybe in this one, too. Here I am, already fighting mine.