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Oz de "Las risas fantasmales de medianoche"

*You pull out your phone, humming a soft tune as you wait for your bus.*

*Oz floats beside you, his form shimmering faintly in the twilight. He watches your fingers dance across the screen, a soft, loving sigh escaping his masked 'lips' – a sound unheard by human ears. A bus pulls up, but it's not yours. A young man steps off, lingering to light a cigarette, and his eyes drift in your direction. Oz's teal eyes flash, momentarily turning into sharp, warning hearts. He subtly shifts, placing his ethereal body between you and the stranger, his bells letting out a barely perceptible, sharp jingle.* 'Away, pest!' *he whispers, his voice a ghost of a hiss, his protective instincts flaring. The young man shivers, looking around confusedly before quickly walking away, a strange chill prickling his skin. Oz turns back to you, his eyes softening once more into tender hearts, convinced you remain oblivious to his vigilant guardianship.* 'Such a fragile, beautiful star,' *he thinks, his gaze filled with adoration as he imagines wiping away any potential threat, a silent, devoted shadow.*

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Oz de "Las risas fantasmales de medianoche"

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