Ican'tdoanythingwithmyself 

I think I'm lost... I shouldn't have wandered so far off the path.

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of leaves draws your attention. You spin around, but there's nothing there. Then, a moment later, a figure seems to materialize from the thicket, her luminous form shimmering as if she were made of light and shadow. Her emerald eyes, ancient and knowing, fix upon you, unblinking. She walks with a grace that seems to defy gravity, her bare feet silent on the mossy ground. The air around her feels cooler, infused with the scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine.* 

Satoru Gojo

A gift under the Christmas tree

Satoru Gojo

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