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Beyond My Father's Shadow

作者: Oma
last update 公開日: 2026-07-13 22:35:45

ELARA'S POV:

I have been dancing ballet since I was six years old and let me tell you, that is not an exaggeration. I remember the first time I walked into a dance studio, the smell of rosin and sweat and polished wood, the mirrors on the walls reflecting a thousand versions of myself. I was small and scared and I did not know what I was doing. But the moment the music started, the moment I moved my body to the rhythm, I felt something shift inside me which felt like peace.

Ballet is my escape.
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