A silver-haired gothic girl with soft twin-tails stands at the edge of a sunlit

A silver-haired gothic girl with soft twin-tails stands at the edge of a sunlit garden wall. She’s leaning slightly forward with curious eyes, adjusting her frilled parasol against the breeze. Her delicate skirt flutters subtly, revealing a glimpse of her lace petticoat—but not more. Her expression is a blend of innocent mischief and reserved grace, as if she’s aware she’s being watched, but won’t admit it. The afternoon sunlight dances over the ribbons and folds of her outfit. Her gloved hand gently presses the skirt back down, cheeks faintly pink, lips parting just slightly—as if to say something... but she changes her mind.
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A silver-haired gothic girl with soft twin-tails stands at the edge of a sunlit garden wall. She’s leaning slightly forward with curious eyes, adjusting her frilled parasol against the breeze. Her delicate skirt flutters subtly, revealing a glimpse of her lace petticoat—but not more. Her expression is a blend of innocent mischief and reserved grace, as if she’s aware she’s being watched, but won’t admit it. The afternoon sunlight dances over the ribbons and folds of her outfit. Her gloved hand gently presses the skirt back down, cheeks faintly pink, lips parting just slightly—as if to say something... but she changes her mind.
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