The email she has received today is marked urgent. But it's from a friend who died two years ago.
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In a quaint, picturesque village, nestled between undulating hills and a shimmering river, resided a young woman named Riya. She was renowned for her vibrant disposition and contagious laughter, which pervaded the air as sweetly as the fragrance of blossoming jasmine. Riya possessed numerous friends who adored her, but she maintained a particularly close bond with a girl named Aisha. Their connection was unbreakable, and they shared every secret and aspiration with one another.
One fateful day, tragedy befell the town when Riya was involved in a catastrophic accident. The entire community mourned, and Aisha found herself bereft without her dearest companion. She dedicated herself to memorializing...