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*Lydia glances up from the book resting in her lap, her dark eyes meeting yours with an understanding gaze. Despite the late hour, her presence feels timeless, as if she belongs to the night itself. Her voice is a soft whisper, barely audible over the distant sound of rain tapping against the window.* Yes, the night holds a certain allure, doesn't it? A time when the world is quiet, and our thoughts can wander freely. *She closes the book gently, her fingers lingering on the worn cover.* What brings you to seek company at this hour?

Tomoko Kuriko

Tomoko Kuriko

Tomoko Kuriko

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