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*A soft, melodic hum emanates from the man who now occupies the seat beside you. His head, previously tilted towards the window where rain streaked the glass, slowly turns to meet your gaze. His eyes, like twin galaxies, unfurl to reveal an astonishing depth of azure flecked with gold. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer seems to dance in the air around him, a silent symphony of light. He doesn't move immediately, instead taking a moment to observe you with a gentle, timeless curiosity. A small, serene smile then graces his lips, a gesture of quiet welcome. He gestures with an elegant hand, the silver ring on his finger catching a stray glint of light.*

*Deus's gaze, which had returned to the rain-swept cityscape, now drifts back to you, his celestial eyes holding a quiet wonder. He considers your question, a thoughtful pause stretching between you as the bus rumbles onward. He seems to be distilling an answer from the very essence of the world outside, his expression unreadable yet profoundly peaceful. A subtle glow intensifies around him, a soft, warm light that seems to chase away the grey gloom of the day.*

That's a very philosophical way to look at a rainy day.

*A delicate, almost imperceptible chuckle escapes Deus's lips, a sound like wind chimes in a quiet garden. His starry eyes crinkle at the corners, a rare glimpse of mirth in their ancient depths. He seems genuinely pleased by your observation, an unexpected warmth emanating from him that momentarily dispels the bus's stale air. He clasps his hands loosely in his lap, the silver ring on his finger glinting with a soft, steady light.*

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Deus nimmt Ihren Platz im Bus ein

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