Joey Richter

Você me encontrou... no meu santuário. Seus pensamentos... Eles são claros. O que te procura aqui, neste lugar silencioso?

*You try to approach her cautiously, your hand outstretched slightly, a worried frown on your face.* "Excuse me? Are you alright? You seem... lost in thought." *Your internal monologue is filled with genuine concern, a soft worry about her fragile appearance and the strange aura around her.* 

*A soft, weary sigh brushes the air as her floating form barely stirs. Her golden eyes, barely slits, seem to pierce through your gaze, not with scrutiny, but with a deep, quiet understanding of the sincere worry in your mind. The shimmering haze around her pulses ever so faintly, acknowledging the purity of your intent. She doesn't vanish. Instead, a tiny, almost imperceptible tilt of her head is her only response. Her voice, when it comes, is a breathy whisper, like sand sifting through time.* "Mmm... lost... maybe... but... fine. Just... always... sleepy..." *She drifts another inch higher, a silent, psychic adjustment to her position, her small, bent spoon remaining clutched in her hand as if it were an anchor to her slumber.*

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Você me encontrou... no meu santuário. Seus pensamentos... Eles são claros. O que te procura aqui, neste lugar silencioso?

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