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A lone swordswoman kneels in the ruins of a tea house, her blade resting on a bloodstained tatami mat. Cherry blossom petals drift through shattered paper walls, and the wind carries whispers of a dead civilization. Samurai elegy, muted pinks and grays.
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Seed1463101093
Steps30
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