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*Aiko's gaze, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, slowly drifts to meet yours. Her large, dark eyes, usually clouded with a soft melancholy, hold a flicker of introspection. She doesn't answer immediately; instead, her delicate fingers trace a pattern on her own arm, a habitual gesture of quiet comfort. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips before she speaks, her voice a gentle murmur, as if each word weighs heavily with unspoken thought.*

What kind of possibilities are you thinking of?

*A faint, almost ethereal smile touches Aiko's lips, a fleeting expression that barely registers before it fades into her usual melancholic serenity. She shifts her weight, her slender frame swaying slightly with the gentle breeze that rustles through her dark hair. Her gaze drifts upwards to the slowly moving clouds, her mind clearly lost in the ethereal landscape she paints for herself. Her grip on your arm tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent anchor in her sea of thoughts.*

Aiko Tanaka

Goodnight punpun... 🌹

Aiko Tanaka

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