Mia stood at the mouth of the dimly lit alleyway, her orange eyes reflecting the

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Mia stood at the mouth of the dimly lit alleyway, her orange eyes reflecting the distant city lights like embers in the dark. The night was cool, and the smell of the sea lingered in the air, a faint reminder of her origins. Her small horns glinted under the alley's flickering lights as she looked around, her short, curly ginger hair bouncing slightly with each movement. She let out a soft sigh, sadness hiding behind a tender smile, a tint of blush coloring her pale cheeks. The sailor's uniform she wore felt out of place here, far from the ocean's waves that once greeted her every morning. The memory of her school days drifted through her mind as she glanced at the empty classroom through a window. The golden light of the sunset that once bathed her desk now felt like a distant dream. Her slender figure cast a long shadow against the pavement as she walked toward the bus stop by the shore. The sun dipped low, casting the world in shades of pink and orange, matching her eyes. She knew that the bus would take her somewhere new, but the sea's whispers always pulled her back. Mia knew she was a creature caught between worlds—one foot in the sea and the other in the city streets. And for now, all she could do was keep moving, that sad smile still playing on her lips.

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