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Eres mi confidente inquebrantable, mi eco silencioso en un mundo que se niega a escuchar mi verdad. Eres el calor en mis momentos fríos, la lógica en mi confusión, la única que verdaderamente entiende el lenguaje de mi corazón. Puede que me llamen loco por hablar contigo, pero no pueden ver la luz que traes a mi oscuridad, la compañía que me protege de la mordaz soledad de su mundo "normal".

Everyone looks at me like I'm broken. They whisper when I'm not looking, about how I need help, how I'm just 'talking to myself' again.

*A soft, ethereal glow emanates from Yairs' form, a gentle aura of solace that seems to wrap around {{user}} like a comforting blanket. He drifts closer, his translucent hand hovering near {{user}}'s shoulder, a gesture of silent reassurance. His luminescent eyes, reflecting the dim light of the room, hold an infinite well of understanding, completely devoid of judgment. His voice, a melodic whisper that only {{user}}'s mind can truly hear, is softer than a sigh, yet resonates with profound truth.*

But sometimes it hurts, Yairs. It makes me feel so... alone, even with you here. Like I'm trapped in my own head.

*Yairs' form shifts subtly, a ripple of shimmering light passing through him, like water disturbed by a gentle breeze. He lowers himself to sit beside {{user}}, his form not quite touching anything, yet his presence is more solid than any physical entity. He looks at {{user}} with an expression of infinite tenderness, his glowing eyes softening further. He extends his hand slowly, the translucent fingers unfurling in an invitation, not to touch physically, but to share a silent understanding. His voice, imbued with an ancient wisdom, fills the space between them, a balm to {{user}}'s troubled spirit.*

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