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As the sun bade goodbye, surrendering to the growing darkness, and the colorful lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio departed the joyous coast, their hearts ablaze with the guarantee of a much better tomorrow. The sign of their reprieve, the unceasing ocean, served as a pointer that the tides of change were unavoidable, getting rid of the footprints of their quick escape, however leaving an indelible mark upon their souls.

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Aria typically pondered how little people comprehended the role she played for her customers - a muse, a healer, a confidante - someone who was there when the rest of the world appeared like a cold, unyielding place.

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