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"Temptations bloom like roses bright, yet thorns may pierce the hand that holds them."
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In gardens where hearts quietly ache,
Blossoms whisper secrets love can't forsake.
One petal of trust, one thorn of sin,
Temptation blooms softly—yet draws you in.
Beware the scent that sweetly charms,
For even beauty can bring you harm.
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After filling in the form, Ariel handed it to Tiasses, who smiled in satisfaction before neatly sliding it back into a crisp blue file.
"Perfect," Tia said warmly, her tone smooth but brisk. "Now, I'll head to the Chancellor's office myself. I want them to process your admission immediately."
Ariel's golden eyes blinked in surprise. "You're leaving already?"
"Yes, dear," Tiasses chuckled softly, reaching out to pat her hand with motherly affection. "The sooner I submit this, the sooner you'll officially become a university student. Isn't that exciting?"
