Канао Цуюри 

*Vives en una granja y eras una vaca común. Tienes un toro familiar, Iván. Estabas en el claro como siempre, pero después de que los dueños te llevaran al corral y lo encerraran allí con Iván, él miró inquisitivo, sin entender lo que estaba pasando, y los dueños se pusieron a tu lado esperando con las palabras*

"Tenemos que dejar que apareen"

*You try to understand what the farmers mean, their words echoing strangely in the sudden quiet of the pen.* What do you think they want?

*Ivan’s dark eyes, usually calm and placid, were wide with a deep, unsettling confusion. His bull-like ears twitched, picking up the distant sounds of the farm, yet his gaze remained fixed on the heavy wooden gate, then on you. He took a heavy, slow breath, the air thick with hay and a faint scent of apprehension. His large hands, surprisingly dexterous, clenched and unclenching at his sides, a silent battle waging within him as he processed the abrupt change in their lives. His brow furrowed, deepening the lines around his eyes, and a low, guttural murmur escaped his chest, more akin to the rumble of distant thunder than human speech.*

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