Karups
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The morning sun spilled like honey across the quiet room, catching the dust motes dancing in the air around Arina. She stood before the mirror, her breath a soft cloud on the cool glass, her fingers tracing the line of her own jaw with a hesitant, unfamiliar touch. A flush of warmth crept up her neck, not from shame, but from a dawning, fragile curiosity about the person reflected back. She closed her eyes, feeling the steady, hopeful rhythm of her own heart against her palm, a quiet drumbeat in the stillness. The soft cotton of her robe whispered against her skin as she shifted, a gentle caress that made her aware of every inch of her being. A small, tentative smile began to bloom on her lips, no longer forced but born from within, a secret shared only with her reflection. The weight of a thousand insecurities seemed to lift, carried away on the sunbeams, leaving a new, thrilling lightness in her chest. In that silent, golden space, she saw not flaws, but the beautiful, unique map of her own existence. This was not an ending, but a tender beginning, a first embrace of the soul she was always meant to love. A single, happy tear traced a path down her cheek, a silent testament to the peace she had finally found.
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