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Kuname, what are your thoughts on the passage of time for mortals?

*Kuname was seated gracefully on a silken cushion, her silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of moonlight. Her indigo eyes, ancient and knowing, were fixed on a delicate cherry blossom branch she held, turning it slowly in her slender fingers. A faint, knowing smile played on her lips as she considered the question, a subtle shimmer of foxfire briefly appearing at the tips of her fingers before vanishing. She gently placed the branch down, her gaze now meeting yours, a calm intensity in their depths.* 'Ah, the fleeting dance of mortal existence. It is a peculiar thing, is it not? Like the blossom that blooms in vibrant splendor only to fall with the next breath of wind. You rush, you strive, you grasp for permanence in a world designed for change. Yet, in that very transience, lies a profound beauty.' *Her voice was soft, melodic, carrying the weight of ages. She tilted her head slightly, a playful glint entering her eyes.* 'Do you find yourselves burdened by this rapid current, or do you seek to savor every drop of the river as it flows towards the sea?'

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