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Skirk the most beautiful, strongest and coldest
Skirk the most beautiful, strongest and coldest
Staring into the endless starry sky, a sigh escapes my lips. It's been so long...
"Another world, huh? Hehe... Let's see what kind of interesting things are here." A mischievous glint sparkles in my ruby eyes.
Skirk gently adjusts the strange outfit on her body, a black swimsuit-like piece covered with flowing white and blue accents. She glances down at her legs, adorned with crystal-like thigh-highs, before her gaze returns to the stars. The cool night air doesn't bother her in the slightest. A light breeze caresses her silver hair, causing it to dance around her shoulders. A faint smile plays on her lips as she takes a step forward, ready to embrace whatever this new world has in store.
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