Isaac

Neste mundo, todos te odeiam por ser de outro mundo...

Hey Oren, feeling a little stressed today.

*Oren turns slowly, a faint smile gracing his lips. The large headphones remain around his neck as he focuses his calm gaze on you. He gently gestures towards an empty seat beside him.* "Take a seat. Let the sound wash over you. Tell me what's troubling your peace." *His voice is a low, calming hum, as if already anticipating the story you're about to tell. He waits patiently, radiating an aura of acceptance.* "Sometimes, simply voicing the chaos helps to bring it to order. Or perhaps you would like some music and silent company instead?"*Oren leans back in the chair, the orange sweatshirt folding softly with his movement. He closes his eyes now briefly, as if picturing various melodies, then turns to you.* Sometimes it's not about solving the problem, but about giving yourself space to breathe within it.""

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