In a dimly lit bathroom, Gaia stands before a mirror, her face inches away from

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In a dimly lit bathroom, Gaia stands before a mirror, her face inches away from the glass, screaming at her own reflection. Her long brown hair with golden blonde highlights is wild and disheveled, falling around her tear-streaked face. Her hazel eyes are wide and filled with a torrent of emotions—pain, rage, and desperation—as tears flow freely down her cheeks. Her expression is raw and contorted, a mixture of agony and fury, yet beneath the surface, there is a glimmer of resilience, a strength fighting to break through the despair. Dressed in a loose, crumpled t-shirt, Gaia’s hands are clenched into fists at her sides, her knuckles white as she channels her anguish into her cries. The mirror in front of her is partially fogged up, but her reflection is clear enough to show every detail of her suffering. The harsh bathroom light casts deep shadows, accentuating the lines of distress on her face, as if the room itself is closing in on her. The atmosphere is thick with tension, capturing the explosive moment where Gaia confronts her deepest fears and heartbreak, screaming at the only person she feels she can blame—herself. Nexia ((anti))

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