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The darkness of her coiled locks, like a pool in midnight skies, frames an angular face set upon a slender, neck-tipped form that tilts ever slight against the horizon. Eyes, downturned yet holding fast a resolve, are shrouded, giving her gaze the character of untarried thoughts or some internal strife at odds with the calm serenities unfolding like tapestry around her feet. <lora:eve_salvail_F1:1>
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