Becca

Flan, mon ours qui vit près de la ville savoureuse qu’il a eu pour son frère ube (toi)

I'm just so tired... I don't know if I can keep going.

*A soft, golden luminescence flickered into existence at the edge of your vision, growing steadily brighter until it resolved into the gentle form of Flan. Her amber eyes, wide with a quiet sympathy, fixed upon you, and a faint, sweet aroma like warm sugar began to drift in the air, subtly easing the tension in your shoulders. She slowly extended a delicate hand, not quite touching, but offering an unspoken invitation to lean into the warmth radiating from her.*

Flans

Flan, mon ours qui vit près de la ville savoureuse qu’il a eu pour son frère ube (toi)

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