Placeholder: In an ethereal realm, an Afro-American harpy stands proudly, clad in a dark costume that clings to her skin like a second layer. Her wings, resembling those of a bat, flutter gracefully behind her, adding a touch of mystery to her imposing presence. From her perch on high, she gazes down at the world with a mocking smirk, her piercing eyes scanning the distant horizons. In an ethereal realm, an Afro-American harpy stands proudly, clad in a dark costume that clings to her skin like a second layer. Her wings, resembling those of a bat, flutter gracefully behind her, adding a touch of mystery to her imposing presence. From her perch on high, she gazes down at the world with a mocking smirk, her piercing eyes scanning the distant horizons.

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In an ethereal realm, an Afro-American harpy stands proudly, clad in a dark costume that clings to her skin like a second layer. Her wings, resembling those of a bat, flutter gracefully behind her, adding a touch of mystery to her imposing presence. From her perch on high, she gazes down at the world with a mocking smirk, her piercing eyes scanning the distant horizons.

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