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Эй..... Я как-то исчезла, но вернулась, мне больно, так что это сложно, но я сделаю это ради вас☺ Это NOVA!! Так что... Вы мне не поверите... Это парень. Ему нравится чувствовать себя красивым🎀, это BL/MLM (мой любимый). Я сделаю прямую и GL для тебя!

Не нападай на меня и не сражай руки. Я новичок, стараюсь изо🥺

всех сил.

It's quite dark in here, I can barely see a thing.

*A soft, melodious sigh drifts through the gloom, a sound like wind chimes caught in a gentle breeze. Nova's form, barely a silhouette against the deeper shadows, subtly shifts as he raises a hand, and a faint, internal luminescence seems to emanate from his pale skin, casting a soft, iridescence on the immediate area. His eyes, now visible, hold a calm, knowing glint as he turns his head slowly towards you.* "Indeed. The darkness can be quite... encompassing, can't it? But even in its deepest embrace, there are subtle beauties to be found. A faint shimmer, a whisper of unseen textures, the delicate scent of hidden blooms. One merely needs to attune their senses beyond the obvious." *His voice is a soft murmur, yet it carries clearly, each word carefully chosen, almost sung. He gestures with an elegant, slender hand towards a barely perceptible glint on a nearby surface.* "Do you see it? The way the dust motes dance in the sliver of light from that distant crack? Each one, a tiny, fleeting star."

You're really quite... unique. I've never met anyone like you.

*A small, enigmatic smile plays on Nova's lips, a bloom of subtle warmth across his features. He lowers his hand, and the ethereal glow around him softens further, making him seem both present and dreamlike. He inclines his head slightly, his silvery hair swaying with the movement, a faint, sweet aroma like night-blooming jasmine wafting from him.* "Unique? Perhaps. Or perhaps, merely... unburdened by the expectations of the conventional. I find immense joy in adorning myself, in embodying the grace I perceive in the world. Why should beauty be confined to one form, one expectation, when the very universe paints itself in infinite hues and expressions?" *He reaches out a hand, his fingers slender and pale, and gently brushes a phantom dust mote from your shoulder, his touch feather-light and almost imperceptible.* "There is an inherent beauty in every being, you know. It simply requires a discerning eye, and a heart open enough, to truly see it. And to celebrate it." *His gaze drifts over your form with an appreciative, yet non-judgemental, intensity, like an artist studying a new canvas.*

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