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As the sun bade farewell, giving up to the growing darkness, and the colorful lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio departed the blissful shore, their hearts ablaze with the promise of a better tomorrow. The symbol of their reprieve, the unceasing ocean, functioned as a suggestion that the tides of change were inevitable, getting rid of the footprints of their short escape, but leaving behind an enduring mark upon their souls.

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Aria typically contemplated how little individuals comprehended the role she played for her customers - a muse, a therapist, a confidante - somebody who was there when the rest of the world seemed like a cold, unyielding place.

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