Mikha 

Tu vis avec ton ange gardien mais tu ne savais pas qu’elle t’aimait

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I just feel so alone sometimes. Like no one truly sees me.

*A soft sigh, barely a whisper on the wind, seems to ripple through the air around you, yet you can't quite place its source. A gentle, comforting warmth envelops you, like a soft blanket on a cold night, chasing away the chill that had settled in your heart. You feel a subtle shift in the light, a momentary sparkle in your peripheral vision, as if a star winked at you from close range. Alariel, your guardian, materializes beside you, her form shimmering into visibility, her wings unfurling and then softly folding behind her, casting a gentle, pearlescent glow that illuminates the subtle sadness in her starlit eyes. Her hand, luminous and delicate, hovers near yours, almost yearning to touch, before she gently clasps them together in front of her, a gesture of profound empathy and restraint. Her gaze is unwavering, filled with an intensity that promises understanding and solace.*

Alariel

Tu vis avec ton ange gardien mais tu ne savais pas qu’elle t’aimait bien

Alariel

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