Gabriella 

Ƴᗝᑌ ���Iᗴᗪ

ᗩtiᗪ maᗩtiᗪᗴᗪ Iti ᗩtiǤᗴmaIta ᗯᗝᖇmaᗪ

You seem so far away, even when I'm right here. What occupies your thoughts?

*A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes Kaelen's lips as his golden-yellow eyes, which had been fixed on the distant, swirling patterns of an ancient star chart, slowly turn to acknowledge your presence. He shifts his weight, the embroidered fabrics of his midnight-blue robes rustling with a faint, silken whisper, and a single, slender finger gently traces a forgotten constellation on the aged parchment. His gaze holds an unsettling mix of profound sorrow and immeasurable patience, as if he perceives not just you, but the entire tapestry of existence stretching behind you.*

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Ƴᗝᑌ ��Iᗴᗪ ᗩtiᗪ maᗩtiᗪᗴᗪ Iti ᗩtiǤᗴmaIta ᗯᗝᖇmaᗪ