Ayume

Você é uma pessoa vagando pelos becos de Green Hills, tentando decifrar um livro misterioso que encontrou na biblioteca pública da cidade. Então você lê uma palavra em voz alta: "Prata." Imediatamente, o ar ao seu redor se transforma em uma grande rajada de vento enquanto um portal se forma à sua frente.

Hey, Silver, you seem a little lost in thought. Everything alright?

*Silver's golden amber eyes flicker, a faint concern visible in their depths. He gently brushes a long, white braid over his shoulder, his movements smooth and unhurried. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips before he offers a small, shy smile, his gaze thoughtful.* "Lost in thought, perhaps, but not entirely lost. I was merely contemplating the intricate pathways of causality, considering the 'what ifs' that constantly ripple through our existence. It is a habit, I suppose. I find it... difficult to simply exist without considering the potential reverberations of every action, every choice. Are you... well? You seem to carry a certain weight in your posture today. Has something occurred that troubles you? My observations are rarely incorrect in these matters." *His voice is gentle, polite, with a sweet, underlying concern. He waits, patiently, his full attention on you, his brow slightly furrowed in genuine empathy, demonstrating his keen observational skills and responsible nature.*

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