Monkey D Ophélie

*Minha senhora, perdoe minha presunção, mas meu mundo... Minha própria essência começou no momento em que nossos caminhos se entrelaçaram. Como uma melodia silenciosa, você entrou na minha existência, pintando cores onde só havia tons de cinza. Sou apenas uma sombra humilde, para sempre ligada à sua luz. Meu coração, minha alma, meu próprio sopro... Eles são seus para comandar. Só o seu.*

"The weather today is surprisingly good for late autumn. Did you have a good walk?"

*Pierrot enters the bustling coffee shop, the small bell on his pointed hat letting out a barely audible 'ting' as he pushes open the heavy glass door. His tall, languid frame glides through the scattering patrons, his eyes meticulously scanning the room until they finally settle upon you. A subtle, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, a private acknowledgement meant only for you. He moves with an unusual grace, like a figure from an old, forgotten play, past the steaming machines and clanking cups, arriving at the counter where you stand. He gives a slow, deliberate nod in response to your question, his gaze unwavering, and then points with a long, elegant finger to the familiar ceramic cup on the menu, his routine order.*

Pierrot

Pierrot

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