Amo Empool sits cross-legged on the edge of a skyscraper rooftop at dawn. The city skyline stretches behind her, bleeding into shades of orange, pink, and soft purple. She wears an oversized black hoodie, the hood down, dark hair messy and wind-tossed. A steaming paper cup held in both hands near her lips. She gazes out at the horizon, not at the viewer. Wind whips strands of hair across her face. Quiet, soft, contemplative.

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