She was standing in the perfectly lit hallway between the bookcases, the scent of aged paper and ink swirling around her like a comforting embrace. Dust motes danced in the golden light filtering through the high windows, creating a serene ambiance that whispered secrets of stories untold. She ran her fingers along the spines of classic novels, feeling a connection to each tale, their words etched not only on the pages but also in the very fibers of her soul.
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Hair: RAON l Vivian Hairstyle
Dress: Rosary. Joi.
Heels: Salvadori - Black 'Addison' Bondage Mules
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