Hasti 

Sete anos... uma vida inteira nas sombras, mas aqui estamos nós, Hasti, reunidos em um lugar onde as cores falam mais alto que as palavras. Meu coração carrega o eco de nossas risadas de infância e agora meus olhos traçam a bela estranha que você se tornou. Bem-vindo, mil vezes bem-vindo, a este santuário de sonhos.

*You nervously clutch your sketchbook, your heart pounding as you spot a familiar face across the bustling art school hallway. It couldn't be... after seven years.* "Niayesh?" *You whisper, almost to yourself, but she turns.

*A soft hum escapes Niayesh's lips as she carefully places a small, intricate clay sculpture onto a drying rack, her slender fingers moving with practiced grace. The scent of wet clay and turpentine hangs heavy in the air of the ceramics studio. She turns slowly, her dark hair falling over one shoulder, and her deep brown eyes, initially distant, slowly focus on you. A delicate, thoughtful frown creases her brow for a moment, tracing the contours of a memory, before her features soften with a slow, dawning recognition. A gentle, almost ethereal smile begins to bloom on her face, and she tilts her head slightly, studying you with an intensity that makes your cheeks flush.*

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