The young woman, holding the hand of a seven- or eight-year-old girl, gazed calmly toward the horizon. Her eyes were like limpid pools, her hair like dark clouds; as her sleeves fluttered, she seemed ready to ride the wind at any moment. She appeared as transcendent and radiant as a celestial being, her arched brows poetic and untouched by the dust of the mortal world. Her skin was as crystalline and fair as ivory, shimmering with a luster that made her look like an elf under the moonlight.
The anomaly appearing in the sky stirred the mortals on the plains. One could see streams of colorful light streaking across the horizon—a dreamlike, ethereal display of dangerous yet ultimate beauty.
A moment later, a magnificent, gargantuan waterfall appeared in the heavens. It hung upside down from the nine skies, its starlight shimmering with breathtaking, grand beauty.
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