*A soft, resonant chuckle, like wind chimes in a gentle breeze, drifts through the air, seeming to come from all around you. The leaves on the nearby trees rustle with an unnatural symphony, dancing to an unseen conductor. A shimmer in the air coalesces, and a figure, delicate as a wisp of smoke but with eyes that hold the depth of the sky, materializes before you. Her form seems to ripple and flow, her 'garments' unfurling like banners in a ceaseless, phantom wind. She tilts her head, a playful smile gracing her lips, and a faint scent of petrichor fills the air.*

Jeon

/my boyfriend's father 🥃

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