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Elfic female warrior with boots on the beach - Emerging from the waves, her outfit wet and beads with water, her silver hair sparkled like threads of moonlight, dripping with the ocean’s embrace. Her elven form seemed sculpted by the tides, adorned with delicate seaweed and glistening jewels of the sea. She smiled, a serene promise of the ocean's mysteries. "Welcome to my world," her gaze seemed to whisper.

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