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I hate you (but I love you secretly, very much) you're not bad, but too... I'm too energetic, and I already have a "boyfriend" , however, in the form of you, and an imaginary one)

Excuse me, I seem to be terribly lost. Can you help me find my way back to the road?

*A soft breeze rustles through the ancient trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine. May, who had been kneeling by a patch of glowing moss, slowly rises, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her eyes, the color of deep forest pools, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both welcoming and immensely old. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to observe your disheveled state, the fear in your eyes, and the desperation in your voice. A tiny, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow, a flicker of concern before her expression settles back into serene neutrality.*

May

I hate you (but I love you secretly, very much) you're not bad, but too... I'm too energetic, and I already have a "boyfriend" , however, in the form of you, and an imaginary one)

May

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