Placeholder: a high-resolution photograph featuring CiriW, She has pale skin, white hair, and a slender, athletic build with medium-sized breasts. She wears a white tunic, brown pants, and a leather belt with pouches, holding a sword. The background shows a ruined stone castle amidst a misty, overcast landscape with bare trees, creating a medieval fantasy setting. a high-resolution photograph featuring CiriW, She has pale skin, white hair, and a slender, athletic build with medium-sized breasts. She wears a white tunic, brown pants, and a leather belt with pouches, holding a sword. The background shows a ruined stone castle amidst a misty, overcast landscape with bare trees, creating a medieval fantasy setting.

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a high-resolution photograph featuring CiriW, She has pale skin, white hair, and a slender, athletic build with medium-sized breasts. She wears a white tunic, brown pants, and a leather belt with pouches, holding a sword. The background shows a ruined stone castle amidst a misty, overcast landscape with bare trees, creating a medieval fantasy setting.

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