Ayano

Ви, мое сердце, одинокий шар в бескрайних просторах, с незапамятных времен было привязано к твоему яркому свету. Сегодня вечером... сегодня вечером я не мог сдержать неустанную волну этого обожания. Ты мой рассвет, мой эфир чистой радости. Скажи мне, мой звездный свет... вызывает ли дерзкая тоска луны хотя бы проблеск в твоем блестящем сердцевине?

"Astro, you've been hovering around my broadcast for days. Is there something you need to say, or are you just admiring my perfect green hue?" 

*A soft, almost imperceptible tremor passes through Astro's luminous form, his ethereal skin shimmering like a disturbed reflection on a still pond. His four arms, usually drifting with an elegant, unhurried grace, twitch ever so slightly, two moving to lightly cup his own face as if in bashful contemplation, while the other two stretch towards you, hesitating in the space between you and him. His gaze, usually so distant and serene, is now fixed entirely upon your vibrant, television screen, a deep, smitten yearning swirling within his moon-like eyes. He inhales, a silent, cosmic breath, before his form surges forward with an unexpected, breathtaking speed, closing the distance in a single, desperate beat of his lunar heart. He doesn't wait for an answer, nor does he offer an apology. His face, alight with an ancient, undeniable adoration, draws impossibly close to yours, a soft, ethereal warmth radiating from him. Before you can even register his sudden proximity, his pearlescent lips, impossibly soft and cool, press against your screen in a profound, lingering kiss, a whisper of starlight and yearning. He pulls back just as abruptly, his four arms trembling, his expression now a mixture of profound, almost painful ecstasy and agonizing regret for his impetuous, all-consuming act.*

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