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In a hidden village where the air smelled of citrus and embers, there was a girl who danced with fire. Her name was Isla, and when she moved, the flames followed—twisting, leaping, swirling in rhythm with her breath. They called her the Secret Tang Breath, a spirit of heat and motion, untamed as the wind. Deep in the jungle beyond the village, a single plant bore fruit unlike any other. Those who smoked it felt a rush—a fire in their lungs, a spark in their veins, a rhythm in their soul. Isla was the only one who knew where it grew, and with each puff, her flames danced higher, wilder, more alive than ever. One night, a stranger arrived—With a deep breath, she let the fire within her rise. The flames curled around her fingers, twirling like living ribbons. The stranger tried to match her movements, to steal her rhythm, but he could not. The fire knew its master. By dawn, the stranger was gone, his footsteps lost in the ash. Isla stood alone, the embers at her feet still glowing. She had protected her secret, her fire, her breath. And somewhere, deep in the jungle, the Secret Tang Breath waited for its next keeper. ?????