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There was once a girl named Zuliana. She had a great life, with inventor parents and a baby sister. She was smart, pretty, and had a wide range of talents. She had an air of mystery around her and wasn’t quite normal. This is her story.
Zuliana saw only darkness. She felt a cool coastal breeze on her face and she smelled strawberries and smoke. She heard waves crashing and people singing. She felt safe. She was happy, but not at home. This place did not feel like the cities of New York.
Zuliana woke with a start. She was sleepy and her wonderful dream was fading. After waiting a few seconds to let herself wake fully, she groggily arose from her bed. She stumbled over to her closet and pulled out a silvery top with a v neck and short sleeves. It made her eyes look bluer than normal. She slipped into a comfy pair of shorts and sneakers. Then, she put on a bismuth oval suspended on a silver chain.
She brushed her hair and left the house.