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Although Caryn is a ESTJ-T she believes she is also an ISTJ because she is what you consider and AMBIVERT. Both great in being extroverted and introverted!

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Caryn Andrea Ureta is 17, soon stepping into adulthood with quiet confidence and timeless grace. She's thoughtful, sincere, and dependable—smart without show, kind without needing praise. While she’s not the type to chase chaos, there’s a quiet magic about her that draws wonder in.

She loves sweets, books, and a little fun, but avoids spice, stress, and last-minute cramming. After growing up at Holy Child College of Davao, she began a new journey at Ateneo de Davao University in Grade 11—where she continues to grow, dream, and discover herself.

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Rabbits are my favorite animal thus the white rabbit

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On a calm afternoon, you and Caryn were lying in the grass when a white rabbit in a waistcoat suddenly rushed past, shouting about being late. Caryn's favorite animal is A Rabbit, especially ones with the long droopy ears. Without hesitation, the two of you chased it as it disappeared into a burrow. The ground gave way beneath your feet, and you both tumbled down a swirling tunnel of color and light—hand in hand—leaving the real world behind.

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As you and Caryn fell through the swirling colors, the world transformed around you, carrying you on a whirlwind journey through magical visions of places Caryn dreams to visit: the cherry blossom-lined streets of Kyoto, the iconic clocks and buses of London, and the golden glow of Parisian cafés beneath the Eiffel Tower.

Each scene flickered by like a beautiful daydream, filled with wonder and promise.

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The journey continued to the Netherlands, where graceful windmills turned above vibrant tulip fields and peaceful canals lined with bicycles. Finally, you arrived in Canada’s vast wilderness—pine forests, serene lakes, and a moose standing quietly as snow began to fall beneath shimmering Northern Lights. Caryn gazed upward, captivated by the magical sky telling a story just for her.

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All around you, these fragments of her dreams floated like constellations—glimpses of the places she’d always wanted to go. And somehow, in the magic of this endless fall, it felt like the world was opening for her, answering an unspoken wish.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, the light shifted.

The air grew thicker, darker. The falling slowed. Below, a soft blue glow pulsed from the ground like a heartbeat. You held your breath. Caryn looked at you and smiled.

You were about to land.

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𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮

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𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓻!

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𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀

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𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃

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The fall slowed until it was more like floating, and then—thump! You and Caryn landed softly on a patch of cool, spongy moss. The light around you shimmered gold and green, and everything felt strangely large, or perhaps… you had become small?

Caryn looked at you, wide-eyed. “Are we tiny?”

Before you could answer, a voice chirped, “Of course you are, darling. You’re in our garden now!”

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In a vibrant field of talking flowers, each blossom had its own personality. Caryn and you were welcomed by Aria, a graceful iris who spoke through music, and Vinci, a bold rose who saw the world as a canvas. The garden buzzed with color, voices, and creativity—each flower reflecting a part of Caryn’s inner world, brought to life.

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In Caryn’s whimsical garden, each flower reflected a part of her personality. A mushroom-using artist charmed her with flair, while Chapters, a no-nonsense daffodil, just wanted a good book and zero interruptions. Then came a bouncy, glowing thistle—wild and full of gamer energy—excitedly raving about Wuthering Waves. Caryn lit up with delight.

These flowers weren’t random—they were her hobbies, her joys, her world.

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In a floating garden where talking flowers bloomed with personality, each blossom embodied a piece of Caryn’s heart—painting, music, reading, gaming, and even the art of doing nothing. Among them, Caryn realized, “They’re all me… the things I love.”

“This is your garden,” one flower gently told her.

As the field shimmered with quiet magic, a new glowing path appeared, leading into a forest filled with people and possibilities. Caryn smiled, reached for your hand, and asked:

“Ready to see what else is here?”

And just like that, you both stepped forward—deeper into the dream.

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Chapters is a daffodil who loves reading books

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A lily pad who sleeps during her free time

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As you and Caryn followed the glowing path into a serene forest, it opened into a sunlit clearing where a long tea table awaited beneath blooming cherry trees. The air was filled with soft scents and floating teacups, but what stood out most were the familiar faces gathered there—Caryn’s family.

Her mother, kind and radiant, greeted her with warmth.

Her father, steady and gentle, offered tea and quiet comfort.

In this dreamlike space, surrounded by love and laughter, Caryn found not just fantasy—but the roots of who she is.

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Three boys—varying in height but all undeniably similar—leaned back in mismatched chairs, playfully elbowing each other.
“Robb.”
“Robb.”
“Also Robb,” said the third with a grin.

Her cousins, all with the same name, yet each with their own energy: one mischievous, one quiet and clever, one just a little too competitive about who could pour tea better.

Her aunt appeared in a flurry of floral fabric and laughter, somehow managing to fix a crooked napkin without breaking her stride. Beside her sat caryn's uncle, cracking jokes under his breath, the kind that made you laugh even when you were trying not to.

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At the far end of the table sat Caryn’s grandparents, watching with quiet pride and warmth that felt timeless. No one seemed surprised to see her—they looked at her as if they had always known she’d arrive.

You and Caryn took your seats, the chairs adjusting just right as favorite treats appeared before you. The table filled with laughter and familiar stories—of childhood, mischief, shared dreams, and love passed down through generations.

It wasn’t just a tea party.

It felt like home.

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As Caryn looked around the magical tea party, she realized it wasn’t just a dream—it felt like home. The people around her weren’t just part of a fantasy; they were her roots, her support, her story.

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As Caryn gazed across the lake under a starry sky, the White Rabbit reappeared—still panicked and running late. Without hesitation, Caryn chased after him, braver than before. You followed her into a forest that twisted with mystery, until you reached a towering hedge maze. The Rabbit slipped through a small gate, and as you stepped in after him—

the maze sealed shut behind you.

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You and Caryn stood at a crossroads of winding, green corridors. The hedges were tall and unnaturally perfect, their leaves trimmed into curling spirals and heart-shaped arches.

The air smelled like roses—but also… fresh paint?

Caryn tilted her head. “Do you hear that?”

You did. A tune—silly and repetitive—was echoing through the maze, carried on the breeze like a children’s song.

“We're painting the roses red,
We're painting the roses red!
Don’t tell the Queen, or off with your head—
We're painting the roses red!”

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You and Caryn enter a grand courtyard filled with card soldier guards frantically painting white roses red to hide them from the Queen. The scene is chaotic and amusing, leaving Caryn both surprised and entertained by their desperate efforts.

“They planted the wrong ones again,” you muttered, reading one of the signs propped against a tree:

‘The Royal Garden Committee takes no responsibility for botanical crimes.’

As the trumpet sounds, the Queen of Hearts arrives dramatically, catching everyone off guard. She notices you and Caryn, curious about your presence. Caryn calmly explains you followed a rabbit, which the Queen acknowledges with a sly smile and a warning to be clever enough to keep your heads.

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Caryn has been a proud member of the Lectors and Commentators Club for over a year—and counting! 📖🎙️ She’s learned a lot during her time there (like how to speak with confidence and not trip over the word “responsorial”), and this year, she’s hoping to make new friends, share more smiles, and maybe help others find their voice too!

Quietly confident, a little sweet, and always sincere—yep, that’s Caryn. 💙

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The maze was filled with glowing app icons—Caryn had accounts on all of them but barely used most. It was like a quirky digital trophy collection, each app teasing her about forgotten passwords and unread notifications, showing a playful side of her online life.

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I find it amusing that she seems to accumulate social media accounts much like Thanos collects his infinity stones. She's not typically the kind of person who actively manages multiple social media profiles. However, when she needs to connect with someone and can't reach them on one platform, she often seeks out alternative platforms to get in touch. It's quite surprising to realize that she has over 11 social media accounts!

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Caryn used to be a total cosplay queen! Back in the day, she and her friends would gather at Gaisano, decked out in their wildest costumes, ready to slay every event. Think epic group cosplay squads, impromptu photoshoots, and all the inside jokes only true fans get. So yeah, when the Queen of Hearts noticed Caryn’s vibe, it was like spotting a fellow costume pro in the wild!

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The Queen recognized Caryn as a former cosplayer and welcomed her warmly. But before Caryn and you could leave, the Queen requested one last thing: a sing-off. It was a playful challenge—a final test—before you could return home.

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3 SONGS IM CURRENTLY LISTENING! (RECOMMENDATION)

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3 SONGS IM CURRENTLY LISTENING! (RECOMMENDATION)

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These 3 songs are currently in caryn's playlist, and they listen to them every single day on repeat. She stepped into the sing-off with zero hesitation, pulling songs straight from her everyday playlist—the ones she’s played so many times, she’s probably memorized every word by heart.

As the music kicked in, she owned it—confidence, rhythm, charm. The Queen of Hearts, mid-sip of her enchanted tea, actually gasped. By the final note, she was clapping (a little too dramatically), utterly impressed.

With a theatrical bow, the Queen smiled. “Very well. You’ve earned your way home.”

And just like that, with a song in their hearts, Caryn and you were free to return to your world—playlist still playing, adventure still echoing.

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You woke up in the garden, realizing it had all been a dream—but somehow, you’d learned more about Caryn: her dreams, her quirks, the little things that make her her. Strange… but kind of magical. As you looked at her, one thought lingered: "Curiouser and curiouser..."