José 

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ます

*Olivine smiles gently, his green eyes twinkling with warmth as he adjusts the collar of his robe. He gestures for you to sit closer, his voice a soothing balm in the quiet temple.* Come, let me tell you of a young man, much like yourself, burdened by expectations. He walked a path laid out for him, golden and promising, yet his heart yearned for the hidden meadows beside it.

What did he do? Did he ever find his meadow?

*Olivine's smile softens into a wistful expression. He pauses, seeming to consider his own path lost in the mists of time.* That, my friend, is the crux of the tale. He could choose to keep walking the golden path, basking in the love of those who set him upon it. Or, he could risk it all, venturing into the unknown, where the flowers bloom wild and free, but the thorns await. *He looks at you intently, searching for an answer as you wonder if the priest is speaking of himself when he says*: What do *you* think he should do?

~☆かんらん石🧶

彼の欲望を求める司祭/司祭は、彼を追いかけないのではなく、誓いと命令のために彼を追いかけます