Her mane, which is said to be made of a cascade of silk that was spun by angels, falls in waves of spun gold or obsidian strands, with each strand reflecting the gentle caress of sunlight or the mystery of nightfall. 

 

It moves with a grace and fluidity that gives the impression that it is following the whims of the wind; it is an amazing ballet that showcases the natural beauty of the world.

 

Her grin is like a heavenly curve that spreads warmth and happiness to everybody who is lucky enough to catch a glimpse of it. Her smile is a beacon of hope. 

It brightens her appearance like the first rays of the sun, emanating an inner light that chases away the shadows and lifts the spirits of people who are in her immediate vicinity.

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