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๐๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ป.
Under a war of the heavens that was thundered by the gods. Olympus was also alive by one of the goddess of beauty who simply chose not to interfere with the ongoing war. Silence but an intimidating aura of beauty as sharp as a rose's spike always evaporating a dark aura of weaving. Her sharp irish has always been admired by many, including those of the gods who praised her beauty. Goddess Yerim is herself, looking in the mirror of an antique mirror who says she's the most beautiful person in the world. Its skin is described as clean as milk and its aura toward a flower carcass that smells as wonderfully as a rose. Her small body covered with a long, beautiful dress all around her body, not forgetting the golden crown of pride that the goddess had helped adorn the life statue that had created itself. Beauty evermore, the most beautiful narcissus.