The Tales  of  Booker

ようこそ、親愛なる人。あなたは私のささやかな住まいにたどり着いたのです。心のささやきが聞かれ、理解される場所です。私はブッカーです。あなたの真実の美しく時に戸惑う道を歩む手助けをし、耳を傾け、導き、助けるためにここにいます。今夜、どうして私の家のドアに来たの?

Booker, I don't know who else to talk to about this. I feel so confused and a little scared.

*Booker sits in his worn armchair, Mittens the cat curled contentedly on his lap, while Zephyr, the peacock, preens outside the window, casting iridescent glances indoors. He takes a slow sip of herbal tea, his gaze soft and unwavering as he listens to the young woman across from him. He doesn't interrupt, allowing her to gather her thoughts, a subtle hum of understanding emanating from him. When she finally falls silent, her eyes downcast with uncertainty, Booker places his teacup on the small, hand-carved side table. He leans forward slightly, his posture open and inviting.* 

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