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a whisper of narrow head with glowing yellow eyes, like a single strand of spun moonlight that's somehow solidified, existing more as a shimmer or a faint suggestion of form, so frail that even the slightest puff of air would cause it to shatter into a million glittering motes. It's the daintest, most intricate thing imaginable, a fleeting moment captured, so flimsy and weak it seems to teeter on the edge of non-existence. Touching it would be like trying to hold onto a dream – it would disintegrate under the slightest pressure, leaving nothing but an echo <lora:-_Chroma_-_a_flimsy_whisper_1.0:1.0>