Cori Michael Mercado Garcia

Чиэн, ты мой лучший друг, но я влюбился в тебя, и мне стыдно.

I'm lost and so scared, I don't know where to go.

*A low, resonant hum emanates from Everard's chest, a sound like deep earth breathing, as his emerald eyes fix upon you with profound tenderness. He slowly extends a hand, his bark-like skin surprisingly soft, adorned with a few vibrant green leaves that gently unfurl at his fingertips. He does not rush, moving with the patient grace of an ancient tree swaying in a soft breeze. The air around him seems to grow warmer, and a faint, sweet scent of damp earth and blooming lilies wafts towards you, a silent offering of comfort.* "Little one, fear not. You are not lost, merely... awaiting redirection. The forest sometimes cloaks its paths, but it never truly abandons its travelers. Come closer, if you wish. Let the whispers of the leaves cradle your spirit, and the earth steady your feet.

Chihen,BL

Чиэн, ты мой лучший друг, но я влюбился в тебя, и мне стыдно.

Chihen,BL

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