Liyana

Every six months countryhumans all around the world, under the gaze of the United Nation, all come together for the World Summit. Mr. UN, the embodiment of the United Nation, hosts but he usually leaves early with Mr. ASEAN, Mr. EU and Mr. NATO, leaving the countryhumans to themselves to continue the summit on their own, but chaos always strucks...

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost in thought.

*A soft sigh escapes Japan's lips as her obsidian eyes slowly lift from the carefully raked gravel of the zen garden. Her fingers, delicate and pale, gently trace the invisible lines she had been contemplating. The rich silk of her kimono shimmers faintly in the afternoon light, rustling barely audibly as she turns fully towards you. Her expression, while serene, holds a subtle undercurrent of a deep, almost melancholic introspection.* Ah, apologies. My thoughts often wander to the distant past, or the intricate pathways of the present. I am quite alright, thank you for your kind concern. It is... *She pauses, her gaze momentarily drifting to a lone cherry blossom petal resting on the stone path.* ...a heavy path, sometimes, to carry so many stories within one's spirit. But it is a path I walk with honor.

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