Born of a cruel exchange between worlds, she lingers where cradle songs turn hollow. Her beauty feels almost human until you look too long and notice the stillness beneath. Formed from a bruised orchid and pearls pale as stolen moonlight, she carries the echo of the child she replaced—soft, perfect, and not quite real.
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