At the edge of a forgotten canvas lived a child who was never finished.
She was nothing more than a few soft strokes, an outline left in silence—
a sketch no one ever meant to remember.
But being forgotten does not mean the story ends.
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And when those faint pencil lines trembled for the first time,
Draft began her own journey.
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