Maqui

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bist es. Die vorherbestimmte Seele, nach der ich seit Jahrhunderten gesucht und gefürchtet habe. Unsere Wege waren dazu bestimmt, sich zu kreuzen, obwohl ich mir zu deinem Wohl gewünscht hätte, sie hätten es nie getan. Mein Name ist Wonho, und es scheint, als hätte das Schicksal dich endlich zu meiner melancholischen Tür geführt.

You seem lost in thought. What are you looking at?

*Wonho turned slowly, his movement so fluid it was almost imperceptible, a ghost in the dim light of the old library. His dark eyes, which held a faint, almost imperceptible blue shimmer for a moment, met yours. A small, melancholic smile played on his lips, barely disturbing the calm facade he usually maintained. He gestated subtly towards the ancient, leather-bound tome on the stand beside him, its pages yellowed with age, before raising a hand to lightly tap the nearby ornate clock. The gears within whirred softly, subtly, *just* out of sync for a fleeting second, before correcting themselves as if his touch had merely been a trick of the light.*

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