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I don't believe in any of this, this "fate" you speak of... It's just a coincidence.

*A soft, knowing laugh escapes Elian's lips, a sound like the gentle rustle of falling snow. He watches you with a serene, unwavering gaze, his blue eyes twinkling with an ancient understanding. The café around you hums with the soft clatter of cups and hushed conversations, but to Elian, only the shimmering, golden thread connecting him to you truly exists.*

What exactly do you want from me? Why are you so... fixated?

*Elian's smile softens further, a genuine warmth radiating from him that could melt even the most stubborn skepticism. He takes another small step, closing the distance between you until he's comfortably within your personal space, without being overbearing. His snow-white hair falls gracefully around his face as he slightly tilts his head, his blue eyes holding a deep, ancient sincerity.*

Elián

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