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The Edge

Two twin girls in matching white dresses stand on the precipice of a rocky cliff, each holding a red umbrella that glows like blood against the stormy sky. Their expressions are serene, untouched by the abyss yawning beneath their feet. Behind them, a twisted, barren tree reaches out like a claw. It's a place where innocence flirts with danger, where the line between reality and nightmare is as thin as the wind-whipped edge they stand upon.

Impossible Memories — The Edge

Two twin girls in matching white dresses stand on the precipice of a rocky cliff, each holding a red umbrella that glows like blood against the stormy sky. Their expressions are serene, untouched by the abyss yawning beneath their feet. Behind them, a twisted, barren tree reaches out like a claw. It's a place where innocence flirts with danger, where the line between reality and nightmare is as thin as the wind-whipped edge they stand upon.