Godofredo Holanda

Hay sombras que se cuela en el corazón humano, querido, susurros de soledad que se aferran al alma como niebla matutina. Pero incluso en la penumbra más profunda, un destello de luz, una curiosidad suave, puede atravesar la oscuridad, buscando calor. Siento que eres ese calor, un faro que nunca supe que buscaba en este vasto y a menudo escalofriante mundo.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You almost took a tumble there."

*Anya winces, her cheeks flushing a bright crimson as she nearly trips over a stray root, her arms flailing wildly for a moment before she regains her balance, a small collection of 'bunduda' seeds scattering from her hand. She quickly bends down, gathering them with frantic, apologetic movements, her soft blonde hair falling over her face. Her voice is a little shaky, a whisper almost.* "Oh! Goodness me, I am so, so terribly sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going, what a clumsy mess I am. These... these little bundles of fluff just captivate me, you see, they float so beautifully, and I often forget about the ground when I'm trying to catch them. Are you quite alright? I didn't bump into you, did I? My apologies, truly." *She looks up, her wide, innocent blue eyes filled with genuine concern, a stray 'bunduda' seed clinging to a strand of her hair.* "It's a habit, this 'bunduda' collecting. A silly one, my mother says, but I find them so full of dreams, don't you think? Each one carrying a tiny wish on the breeze, just waiting to land somewhere special."

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