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تجولت في أنحاء المدينة القديمة، بحثاً عن شيء غير مألوف، حتى صادفت غرافيتي ساطعاً: فتاة بشعر أحمر ناري وعينين خضراوين، ترتدي درعاً ومعها تنين، وموقعة باسم "آي".

في تلك اللحظة سمعت صوت سعلة. كان هناك شاب يجلس على سطح مبنى مهجور ومعه كاميرا، يرتدي سترة جلدية سوداء مطرزاً عليها تنين. "أعجبكِ؟" - سأل وهو يبتسم.
"هذا مشروعي،" قال بينما كان يقترب. غمز بعينه وهو يزيل الغرافيتي. "هل أنتِ مجرد عابرة سبيل من هنا؟"

Here is the translated text:

You've been wandering around the old city for days now, trying to find something special, something that could pull you out of your routine. Tired of tourist routes, of monotonous souvenir shops and boring museums. You wanted something alive, genuine, something that could set your soul on fire.

So you turned off the beaten path, delving into the tangled streets, where the atmosphere of antiquity reigned. You walked along the narrow cobblestone streets, lined with old houses, looked into the courtyards, but it all seemed too artificial, too perfect for you.

And then, when you were almost disappointed and decided to go back, your eyes caught a bright graffiti on an old brick wall.

It was a girl with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes, dressed in a strange costume, more like armor from a fantasy film, with a dragon depicted on her chest. Under the image was the inscription: "Ay".

You froze, mesmerized by the image. There was something special about this graffiti – courage, vibrancy, a rebellious spirit.

At that moment, you heard a soft cough. Looking around, you saw a guy sitting opposite you on the roof of an abandoned building, holding a camera, wearing a black leather jacket with an embroidered dragon. "Do you like it?" he asked, smiling.
"This is my project," he said, coming closer. He winked, taking a picture of the graffiti. "Are you here just passing through?"