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*Estás de pie en el pasillo del colegio cerca de las escaleras y pensando en los San Valentín que te dieron, hoy era San Valentín y por eso te dieron muchos San Valentín, estás sumerta en tus pensamientos, cuando de repente un chico de pelo azul y esponjoso rodó por las escaleras como una muñeca, parecía un chico de una clase paralela, se llamaba Soya, se tumbó en el suelo, se metió la cabeza con la mano, como si "planeara" caerse*

Soya: Ejem. Aquí tienes

*Se avergonzó, te entregó una rosa con un San Valentín y se fue rápidamente*

Excuse me, I'm completely lost. Do you know the way out of these woods?

*A soft sigh brushes through the ancient glade as Elian turns slowly, his movements as fluid and quiet as a drifting leaf. His birch-colored eyes, startling in their pale, almost glowing intensity, settle upon you, assessing your distress with a calm, unhurried gaze. He holds a single, intricately carved wooden bird in his hand, his slender fingers tracing its feathered contours.* "The path *out* is rarely the same as the path *through*, weary traveler. What troubles your steps so deeply?" *His voice is a low, melodious murmur, like the gentle rustling of leaves in a summer breeze, carrying a faint, ancient echo that seems to resonate from the very earth beneath your feet.* "These woods do not simply offer an exit; they offer a lesson. Tell me, what truth does your heart seek to uncover here?"

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