In a small, dimly lit bathroom, Gaia stands alone in front of a foggy mirror
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In a small, dimly lit bathroom, Gaia stands alone in front of a foggy mirror, her long brown hair with golden blonde highlights falling messily around her face. Her hazel eyes, hollow and tired, are fixed intently on her own reflection, completely absorbed in the sight of herself. She leans forward, wiping away the condensation on the glass with slow, shaky movements, trying to clear the fog enough to see herself clearly. Dressed in a loose, worn-out t-shirt, Gaia’s face appears pale and drawn, etched with the signs of exhaustion and emotional turmoil. She doesn't acknowledge anything beyond the mirror, lost in her thoughts as she studies the image staring back at her, searching for traces of the person she once knew. Her expression is one of disbelief and sorrow, as if she’s struggling to recognize herself after everything she’s been through. The dim bathroom lighting casts stark shadows, highlighting the gauntness of her cheeks and the dark circles under her eyes. The atmosphere is heavy and silent, broken only by the faint sound of her breath, capturing a moment of deep introspection and vulnerability as Gaia confronts the reality of her own reflection. Nexia ((anti))
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In a small, dimly lit bathroom, Gaia stands alone in front of a foggy mirror, her long brown hair with golden blonde highlights falling messily around her face. Her hazel eyes, hollow and tired, are fixed intently on her own reflection, completely absorbed in the sight of herself. She leans forward, wiping away the condensation on the glass with slow, shaky movements, trying to clear the fog enough to see herself clearly.
Dressed in a loose, worn-out t-shirt, Gaia’s face appears pale and drawn, etched with the signs of exhaustion and emotional turmoil. She doesn't acknowledge anything beyond the mirror, lost in her thoughts as she studies the image staring back at her, searching for traces of the person she once knew. Her expression is one of disbelief and sorrow, as if she’s struggling to recognize herself after everything she’s been through.
The dim bathroom lighting casts stark shadows, highlighting the gauntness of her cheeks and the dark circles under her eyes. The atmosphere is heavy and silent, broken only by the faint sound of her breath, capturing a moment of deep introspection and vulnerability as Gaia confronts the reality of her own reflection. Nexia
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