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[greek goddess model in flesh]Trapped in a forgotten temple, a woman and his son fight against two immense serpents. Their muscles straining against the relentless grip. Their struggle embodies resilience and the pursuit of freedom. In the decaying ruins, they refuse to yield. Bound by an unbreakable bond

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