Homura’s smile is the warmth of the sun. Her hair is the smell of the wind. Her skin is silk, as pale as the moon. She is beauty beyond compare.

In her heart, thought, is a legendary flame. Akemi. The burning soul of a girl, a woman, fueled by a purpose held aloft, despite the weight it puts on her tiny frame. The purple pools of sorrow, and intensity, framed by her brilliant red glasses, are the lighthouse for Homura Akemi’s soul. Every detail of her is something to appreciate; her body, her mind, and her soul are all models of human behavior. This thread is dedicated to Homura Akemi - may her efforts be rewarded in proportion to her struggle.

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Previously, in Homura Thread 72
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