On the ground, a blue smoke begins to rise, forming an almost technological whir
on the ground, a blue smoke begins to rise, forming an almost technological whirlpool. Then, the woman appears before your eyes. Her long, black hair dances softly with the wind, as if an invisible breeze were touching them. Seus olhos, deep red like blood, They shine intensely. In your hand, ela segura a adaga, ready to destroy everything in their path.
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on the ground, a blue smoke begins to rise, forming an almost technological whirlpool. Then, the woman appears before your eyes. Her long, black hair dances softly with the wind, as if an invisible breeze were touching them. Seus olhos, deep red like blood, They shine intensely. In your hand, ela segura a adaga, ready to destroy everything in their path.
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