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Riley was well-know. Or, well, online. She was a virtual artist-- making songs, playlists, and themes for shows and by request. Riley has always felt alone-- that's what she thinks, anyways. She walks down a street, humming and tapping her fingers on the tablet laying in her arms. her chestnut brown hair gleams softly in the golden hour lighting as the sun rises. It's beautiful, she notes. As she walks, she listens in to every little noise. The birds chirping and singing, the waves in the nearby ocean, the wind rustling through a tree or two, and the sounds of people talking as they walk down the quiet street. It's a relaxing scene, and Riley enjoys the peace.