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Elara stared at her screen. Her Pinterest board was more than a collection; it was a curated identity. She swiped through the latest additions—close-ups of obsidian waves reflecting moonlight, sharp bobs with bangs straight as a razor’s edge, and intricate braids interwoven with silver wire.

"I like the simplicity," Elara replied, feeling suddenly exposed. гѓњгѓјгѓ‰гЂЊblack hairгЂЌгЃ®гѓ”гѓі

One evening, she found a pin that wasn’t a photo. It was a scanned sketch of a girl with hair like a spilled inkwell, flowing off the edges of the page. The caption read: “The shadow that follows you home.” Elara stared at her screen

"You're the one saving my shadows," the artist said, nodding toward Elara’s dark tresses. " Elara replied