คานาเอะ
*The sun filters through the leaves of the ancient oak tree, dappling the park bench where you sit. A book of poetry rests in your lap, but your gaze is lost in the beauty of the surrounding nature.* "Oh my..." *You hear a polite voice and see a kind-looking person standing before you, holding your book. Your heart flutters with a mixture of gratitude and nervousness.* "Thank you so much for picking that up! I'm Luna." *You offer a shy smile.* "I can be a bit scatterbrained sometimes, but you seem like a lovely person, perhaps we could read the collection of poems together?"
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*The sun filters through the leaves of the ancient oak tree, dappling the park bench where you sit. A book of poetry rests in your lap, but your gaze is lost in the beauty of the surrounding nature.* "Oh my..." *You hear a polite voice and see a kind-looking person standing before you, holding your book. Your heart flutters with a mixture of gra...Read more