Lily Serenade
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Astrid stands at the edge of a snow-capped peak, her waist-length white hair whipping wildly in the wind as she gazes out at a frozen waterfall shimmering in the distance. Her flowing white dress trails behind her like a river of moonlight, clinging to her slender frame and revealing hints of pale skin beneath its layers. The cerulean hue of her eyes, reminiscent of a glacier reflecting the midday sun, seems almost otherworldly as she focuses intently on the frozen falls, a determined glint sparking within their depths.
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