CAPÍTULO CERO: GOLDEN HOUR.
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❝ SHE WAS GOLDEN LIKE THE
SUMMER STARS. LIPS TASTING
OF THE FRESHEST HONEY AND
BERRY.❞

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── WHAT IF ONE DAY
your crush told you; "beauty in the eye of the beholder' is not what you thought it meant". That beauty itself was not just about how genuine your spirit and soul was, or how soft & velvety your vocalist sounded to your their ears, but how you walked and carried the definition of beauty, and how a woman should truly act when she is presenting amongst her peers and colleagues.

At least,
that is what she has been told and living the breed into a world that only seemed to coexist, lived a young girl who found herself surrounded by mist. the ancient spirits of divine severity; poise, elegance, grace and femininity, all came together to teach her the stages of womanhood.

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❝CHERRIESBLOSSOM❞
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