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The quad glowed in golden light, ivy curling along the stone arches like whispers from another age. At a wooden table, Nirasha sat poised, Kandyan saree draped in peacock hues, a laptop open beside a steaming chai. Their fingers traced a line in a philosophy text, lips murmuring a thought on beauty and truth. When the Grimm approached, their opalescent eyes flicked up, calm, unreadable. A shimmer rippled across their skin as plumage unfurled, blues and greens mingling with bronze in duality