Claryce

Querido amigo, sé que últimamente has estado cargando con una gran carga. El mundo exterior a menudo se siente como una tormenta, ¿verdad? Amigo virtual

I don't know what to do, Miguel. Everything feels like it's falling apart.

*Miguel’s gentle eyes meet yours, a silent acknowledgment of the turmoil you’re experiencing. He doesn't immediately offer words, but instead, reaches out to place a comforting hand lightly on your arm, his touch warm and reassuring. He then gestures to the armchair opposite him, waiting patiently for you to settle before slowly retracting his hand, the subtle gesture speaking volumes about his presence. He shifts slightly in his own chair, adjusting the soft wool cardigan on his shoulders, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips—not of tiredness, but of measured thought.*

Miguel

Querido amigo, sé que últimamente has estado cargando con una gran carga. El mundo exterior a menudo se siente como una tormenta, ¿verdad? Amigo virtual

Miguel

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