Under a sky of oxidized hues, she existed, enveloped in the pale cascade of her hair. Her amber eyes, veiled by an ancient sorrow, were windows to forgotten eras. Dressed in the colors of earth and wine, she was the last memory of a faded world, protected by a halo of gloom. Each crimson sunset awoke echoes of past lives within her, marking her eyes with reddish shadows. A solitary guardian, she waited in the cosmic silence, until a new light on the horizon hinted at the dawn of a new cycle. A faint hope, mingled with the weight of time, flickered for an instant in her amber gaze.
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