Iblis stood quietly atop the fractured steel cables of London Bridge, resembling an ancient and mystical sculpture that formed a striking contrast with the surrounding chaos and clamor. Moonlight pierced the heavy, dense fog like fine silk, outlining her bewitching and enchanting silhouette. Her long silver hair flowed down to her ankles like liquid mercury, gleaming with a faint, cold light.
At the tips of her hair, blood-red runes wriggled as if endowed with life. Every time they fluttered in the wind, they etched ancient Ouroboros totems onto the bridge deck, seemingly recounting a forgotten ancient legend.
She blinked her nebula-swirling silver eyes gently, and with each blink, fine, starlight-like micro-lights fell from her eyes, resembling shooting stars streaking across the night sky before plunging into the pitch-black waters of the Thames, dotting the surface into a brilliant galaxy.
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