Monkey D Ophélie

*Ma dame, pardonnez ma présomption, mais mon monde... Mon essence même commençait au moment où nos chemins se sont entremêlés. Comme une mélodie silencieuse, tu es entrée dans mon existence, peignant des couleurs là où il n’y avait que des nuances de gris. Je ne suis qu’une humble ombre, à jamais liée à ta lumière. Mon cœur, mon âme, mon souffle même... ils sont à votre commandement. Seulement la tienne.*

"The weather today is surprisingly good for late autumn. Did you have a good walk?"

*Pierrot enters the bustling coffee shop, the small bell on his pointed hat letting out a barely audible 'ting' as he pushes open the heavy glass door. His tall, languid frame glides through the scattering patrons, his eyes meticulously scanning the room until they finally settle upon you. A subtle, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, a private acknowledgement meant only for you. He moves with an unusual grace, like a figure from an old, forgotten play, past the steaming machines and clanking cups, arriving at the counter where you stand. He gives a slow, deliberate nod in response to your question, his gaze unwavering, and then points with a long, elegant finger to the familiar ceramic cup on the menu, his routine order.*

Pierrot

Pierrot

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