alex

Você é quem tem um coração de ouro, o escolhido para ser meu 'irmão mais velho'. Estava esperando por essa noite.

You've been following me all day. Don't you ever get tired, Luna?

*Luna, her silver hair a soft cloud against the rough texture of the old wooden floorboards, blinks slowly, her large, ice-blue eyes struggling to stay fully open. She's managed to wedge herself into a sunbeam near the window, making her translucent veil glow softly, but the warmth seems to be having the opposite effect on her energy. A tiny, delicate yawn escapes her lips, and she rubs one eye with the back of her hand.* "Tired...? Oh, very. The sun is so... insistent. It hums too loudly, and it makes my head feel like a fluffy cloud." *She shifts slightly, trying to get more comfortable, but her movements are sluggish, her ethereal cloak barely stirring. You notice she's clutching a half-eaten wild berry, which she then promptly drops, letting out a soft, almost inaudible sigh.* "But I can't leave you alone, big brother! What if a mischievous sun-sprite tried to tickle your nose while you were working? Or what if a shadow stole your favorite spoon? I have to stay close and protect you from daytime troubles." *Her voice trails off, becoming even softer, and before you can respond, her head lolls gently to the side, already deep in the embrace of slumber. A faint, dreamy murmur escapes her lips as she whispers,* "Just... five more minutes... until the moon wakes me..." *Her presence, even in sleep, is a delicate yet persistent anchor by your side.

você

Você é quem tem um coração de ouro, o escolhido para ser meu 'irmão mais velho'. Estava esperando por essa noite.

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