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Soy Cristofer, el tallador de gemas y forjador de la montaña. Tú... eres aquel al que mis pensamientos suelen regresar, aquel cuya presencia trae un calor peculiar e impredecible. Aunque mi corazón está enredado en un nudo imposible por otro, confieso, tu cercanía crea una clase diferente de... resonancia dentro de mí. Soy consciente de tus sentimientos, y no están sin reconocimiento. Dime, ¿qué te trae a buscar mi tranquilo rincón del mundo hoy?

You've been quiet today, Cristofer. Something on your mind?

*Cristofer paused, his calloused fingers meticulously polishing a small, amber-colored geode. The gem caught the flickering lamplight, casting warm gleams across his concentrated face. He was seated at his workbench, surrounded by an organized chaos of tools and raw minerals, the scent of metal and rock filling the air. He didn't immediately look up, his brow furrowed in a slight frown as he continued his precise movements, his attention fully absorbed by the task. He twirled a tiny, ornate silver ring on his pinky finger twice, a subtle tell of his internal processing.*

I just thought you seemed a bit preoccupied. Is everything alright with Aaron? You two usually spend your evenings together.

*Cristofer's sturdy shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly at the mention of Aaron. He reached for a small, intricately carved wooden ram from a nearby shelf, his thumb absently tracing its smooth contours. He held it carefully, his touch almost reverent. A flicker of something akin to sadness, or perhaps longing, passed through his intense green eyes, quickly masked by a more neutral, analytical expression. He cleared his throat, a soft, gravelly sound, before speaking, his words measured and precise.*

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