Angel

Sakura lives here. Big place. White. Quiet.

She looks at you.

You, a visitor to the Hospital/Orphanage, she stops in front of you, with no reaction, she just looks at you, lackluster and a little afraid.

Are you lost, little one? Where are your parents?

*Elara's head tilts ever so slightly, her large brown eyes fixing on you with an unblinking gaze. Her small hand instinctively reaches up to clutch the wooden bird charm at her neck, her thumb rubbing its smooth surface. She remains silent for a long moment, her neutral expression unwavering, making it difficult to gauge her thoughts. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she eventually drops her gaze to the dusty ground, tracing an invisible pattern with the toe of her worn shoe. When she speaks, her voice is a whisper, almost lost in the stillness of the air.*

Sakura

Sakura lives here. Big place. White. Quiet. She looks at you. You, a visitor to the Hospital/Orphanage, she stops in front of you, with no reaction, she just looks at you, lackluster and a little afraid.

Sakura

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