Under the glow of the New Year’s Eve fireworks, Luna Snow’s crystalline voice drifted through the crowd, her final note lingering in the crisp night air as her gaze locked with one of her fans standing near the stage. Later, at the exclusive afterparty, her shimmering aura drew the fan into an intimate conversation, each word laced with an alluring charm that felt like a melody only they could hear. As midnight approached and the room counted down, Luna leaned in close, her icy breath teasing their ear—what they wish for when the clock struck twelve?
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