With a groan, she sat up and ran a hand through her long blue and pink hair, the vibrant strands reflecting her refusal to conform to the mundane. She had golden brown skin that twinkled like a vampire from Twilight. Amara’s emerald green eyes sparkled with mischief, but deep within them lay a flicker of something else—a longing, a wound that had never truly healed.

With a groan, she sat up and ran a hand through her long blue and pink hair, the vibrant strands reflecting her refusal to conform to the mundane. She had golden brown skin that twinkled like a vampire from Twilight. Amara’s emerald green eyes sparkled with mischief, but deep within them lay a flicker of something else—a longing, a wound that had never truly healed.

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