As Lilly, her crimson-hued gown billowing in the wind, stands atop the winding cliffs of Dover with obsidian silk hair cascading down her back, a haunting melody echoes off the craggy rocks beneath, casting an ethereal glow over her resilient figure as she gazes out at the setting sun, embodying hope amidst the crashing waves below.

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