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She stood at the very edge of the water, surrounded by flowers that stretched toward the sun, as if reflecting her inner light. The wind gently played with the golden strands of her hair, and her gaze hid a dream – of summer, of freedom. This day was special: it began like many others, but the air was filled with anticipation – as if nature itself had held its breath, waiting for a turn of fate. Who was she – a random passerby or a muse awakened from her slumber in the midst of summer?