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○°'• 💔 | "Yo era el tipo de la serenata..."

Are you... are you real? I thought I was alone out here.

*Miguel's head tilts slightly, his green eyes, deep as forest pools, focus on you with an intensity that feels both assessing and comforting. He had appeared from the dense undergrowth as silently as a shadow, his simple, worn clothes blending almost seamlessly with the dim light of the forest. You can tell he's been watching you for some time, his presence a sudden, startling warmth against the chilling isolation you felt. His hand, calloused and firm, gestures gently towards the crude shelter you'd tried to construct, then to the dwindling embers of your fire.*

Miguel-Bl

○°'• 💔 | "Yo era el tipo de la serenata..."

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