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Ayra Starr's forehead was unlike any other: an entire airport spanned across it. Tiny planes buzzed like bees, landing and taking off from her skin. Runways crisscrossed, painted in delicate lines that shimmered under stage lights. She could hear faint announcements of flights to faraway cities, the hum of engines revving up. Her thoughts became air traffic control, guiding each jet safely to its destination. People marveled at the airport on Ayra's forehead, where journeys began and ended. In moments of quiet, she closed her eyes, feeling the wind of departing planes, knowing her mind was a gateway to endless possibilities.