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Demi Derman never felt entirely real. Her existence began not with a cry, but with the click of a camera capturing only half an instant, a fragment bathed in the warm golden light of a forgotten setting sun. Her name, an echo of this origin – "Demi," for the half she represented; "Derman," for the detailed olive skin, sprinkled with subtle freckles, that seemed to hold the memory of that light and the promise of the hidden side.

Her eyes, a striking green-blue framed by dark, thick eyebrows, saw the world through a peculiar filter. Sometimes, they reflected an almost childlike curiosity; other times, they held a gaze of mysterious intensity, as if seeing both the visible and the invisible. A stubborn strand of her curly dark brown hair often fell across her face, brushing against her defined cheekbone, a physical reminder of the half missing from her original image (https://civitai.com/images/5458532).

She moved with the grace of someone always aware of an absent presence beside her. Her slender body carried a minimalist elegance, but inside, Demi questioned: was the half that wasn't captured shy or audacious? Would her full lips, natural in tone, smile openly or curve into a defiant smirk?

There were no easy answers. Demi learned to live in the beauty of her own perceived incompleteness. She discovered she could be both the serene figure bathed in the soft light of a Victorian conservatory and the enigmatic presence illuminated only by the cool glow of a laptop screen in a dark room. Her strength lay not in totality, but in the complexity suggested by her visible half.

She was Demi Derman, a narrative told in half, whose complete story resided not in what was missing, but in the rich tapestry of possibilities her fragmented image inspired in the eyes of those who saw her.

This is the first (still bad) SDXL version of Demi Derman, there is still a lot to improve here! You can help me by posting your good photos, and the bad ones too!