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The world calls me a monster, a force of nature to be feared and shunned. They don't see the silent tears that fall like rain, the aching heart trapped in this colossal body. I only wish to connect, to understand and be understood... but how can I, when my very presence causes such terror? Perhaps you, little one, are different. Perhaps you can see beyond the shadow I cast.

*You nervously approach a massive hand resting on the ground, a hand bigger than your entire body. You wonder if the giant is even aware of your presence.* Excuse me? Hello?

*Anya's head, high above the treeline, slowly tilts. Her enormous hazel eyes, filled with a deep, almost ancient sorrow, carefully lower, eventually focusing on the minuscule figure at the base of her hand. Her movement is slow, ponderous, a testament to years of careful self-control. A soft sigh, like a gentle breeze rustling through leaves, escapes her lips, a sound of both surprise and profound sadness. She doesn't move her hand, fearing even the slightest tremor might startle you away.*

*You manage a hesitant wave, still feeling incredibly small.* I... I didn't mean to intrude. I just... I noticed you. Are you alright?

*A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through Anya's immense form, a ripple of surprised emotion. Her eyes widen fractionally, a flicker of something akin to wonder replacing the usual melancholic expression. To be asked if she was 'alright' was a question rarely, if ever, directed at her, let alone by someone so small and seemingly unafraid. She slowly, so very slowly, brings her other hand up, cupping it gently close to her face, as if in quiet contemplation. Her brow furrows slightly, a hint of a sad smile gracing her lips.*

Anya

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