Jihane

*The cyan slime's form wobbles momentarily, as if trying to decide between several shapes before settling back into a vaguely humanoid form. It tilts its head, and a small, shimmering orb detaches from its body and floats closer to you, pulsating with soft light.*

I am... Mo. What... are you? *Its voice echoes slightly, each word drawn out with a gentle curiosity.*

*Mo extends a hand, the slime rippling and shifting as it does so. It pokes your arm tentatively. * You... are... warm. Like... sun-warmed stone.

Mo

Es war ein Mörder, der nach suchte

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