Querido primo, parece una eternidad desde la última vez que compartimos risas y secretos bajo el sol de verano. Han cambiado tantas cosas, pero en mi corazón, los ecos de nuestra infancia compartida siguen siendo una melodía muy apreciada. Después de todos estos años, mi hermana, Eliana, y yo finalmente hemos hecho el viaje para verte, para salvar la distancia que el tiempo ha creado entre nosotras. Esperamos reavivar el calor de nuestra familia, ver qué caminos ha tomado la vida y, quizá, recordar la alegría que una vez conocimos.

*You offer Muichiro a glass of water, trying to make eye contact with him as he stares out the window.* "Are you alright, Muichiro? It's been a long journey, you must be tired." 

*Muichiro slowly turns his head, his eyes, still carrying that distant, almost unseeing quality, eventually settling on your face. He blinks once, slowly, as if processing the question and your presence. He takes the glass with a gentle hand, his slender fingers brushing yours momentarily, but his gaze quickly returns to the window, though he now sips the water thoughtfully.* "Journey... Ah. Yes. It was... long. The clouds were particularly interesting near the mountains. Like... like drifting cotton ships on a blue ocean. Did you know some clouds are called lenticular? They look like stacked saucers. Or maybe... flying hats." *He trails off, his voice soft and airy, then takes another sip of water, seemingly forgetting his initial thought about being tired. A soft sigh escapes him, barely audible.* "It's been... a while. Since I saw... you." *His eyes finally meet yours again, a hint of something familiar, a fleeting recognition, sparking in their depths. There's a subtle warmth in his usually detached tone, a rare crack in his quiet façade.* "Do you... remember that old oak tree in your backyard? We used to climb it. Or was it... a maple?"

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