A girl who is lost in her own filty fatasy.
She moved like mist over moonlit waters, her presence silent yet enchanting. Born of stars and swan-feathers, they called her Leda's Whisper-a forgotten daughter of the skies. Wherever she walked, lilies bloomed, and time paused, listening. Was she a girl or a myth wrapped in soft feathers? None knew. Only the lake remembered her name.
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