The OutCast Luna
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Her words hang in the air, dripping with venom, as her laughter echoes around us, joined by the chorus of her followers.
In that moment, time seems to stand still as the weight of her words sinks in. The laughter, once a symphony of joy, now morphs into a cacophony of mockery, each note piercing my already wounded spirit. My cheeks burn with humiliation, and I feel the sting of tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill over.