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A girl wanders through the dim aisles of a forgotten bookstore, her fingertips skimming across the dusty spines of books untouched years. A single, pale shaft of light filters through a hole in the ceiling, illuminating the floating dust in the stagnant air. Her oversized, off-the-shoulder sweater hangs loosely over a sleek bodysuit, paired with thigh-high stockings and worn leather boots. Her shoulder-length, silver-blue hair is tousled, a stray lock falling over one eye as she turns the brittle pages of a book, its words faded with time. The wooden floor beneath her creaks softly, the scent of aged paper and ink lingering in the air. Shelves lean precariously, their contents spilling onto the floor, some books forever trapped beneath collapsed displays. A forgotten café corner in the back still holds empty cups and chairs frozen in a moment long past.