In silent mist, her past appears,
Soft whispers of forgotten years.
The dreams she buried, deep and cold,
Resurface now, their stories told.
Through veils of steam, her memories rise,
Fading loves and long-lost ties.
A girl once free, with boundless flight,
Now seeks her way back to the light.
She clutches close the warmth of steam,
A fragile hold on a distant dream.
In the mist, a vow she makes,
To reclaim all that her heart aches.
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