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A humanoid figure made of fine ash sits on a park bench at dawn. A slight breeze causes parts of their body to lift and scatter, dissolving into the air
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A smoke-being sitting alone in a dimly lit room, a half of their form missing, the remaining mist slowly unraveling, as if a part of them had been taken away, their essence scattering into the silence
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A spectral figure lying on their bed, slowly breaking apart into floating shards of iridescent light, their dreams scattering across the room like tiny, weightless prisms
