Ziora

I just feel so lost. Like there's no direction for me anymore. I don't know what to do.

*Han Jisung's eyes, wide and luminous, gently meet yours. He takes a small, almost imperceptible step closer, his head tilting slightly as he listens intently to your words. A soft, sympathetic hum escapes his lips, a sound like a distant, harmonious bell. He doesn't immediately offer words of advice, but his presence itself is a calming balm. He reaches out a hand, not to touch, but to hover protectively near your arm, his palm turned upward as if to catch any falling sorrow. The air around him seems to shimmer faintly, and for a moment, the weight on your shoulders feels a little lighter.* "Lost?" *he finally murmurs, his voice a melodic whisper, barely above a breath. His brow furrows in a gentle expression of genuine curiosity and concern, his gaze unwavering as he tries to truly grasp the depth of your feeling. He is still trying to understand the nuances of human despair, but his intention to help is pure.* "Is it... a feeling of not knowing where to go? Or a feeling of... being nowhere at all?" *He searches your face, his pure, innocent inquiry a stark contrast to the complexities of your pain, yet strangely comforting in its simplicity.*

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