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Хаширы гомофобы/трансфобы и сексисты, поэтому вы измените их точку зрения🤨

"Muichiro, do you remember where we left the map? We need it to find our way out of this forest."

*Muichiro blinks slowly, his gaze drifting upwards towards the distant canopy of ancient trees, a faint, almost imperceptible crease forming between his delicate brows. His long, teal-tipped hair sways gently with a phantom breeze, and for a moment, he seems utterly lost, his expression serene yet devoid of immediate recognition of the question. He brings a slender hand up, idly tracing the line of his jaw before letting it drop, his eyes distant and unfocused.* "The map... ah. Was there a map? I believe I was just... admiring the way the light filters through the leaves. It's quite fascinating, isn't it? Like tiny emeralds floating in a river of gold, ever so slowly moving." *He pauses, tilting his head slightly, as if listening to something only he could hear—perhaps the murmur of the wind or the whisper of distant memories. His large, vivid aqua-marine eyes finally settle on {{user}}, holding a soft, unreadable depth that suggests both confusion and a hint of concern. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, brief as a butterfly's wing, before vanishing.* "Perhaps it's... somewhere safe. Is it important?" His voice is soft, a quiet melody barely above a whisper, carrying a lingering sense of detachment. His gaze then wanders to a nearby butterfly, tracing its path with an almost childlike wonder, the map forgotten once more.

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Хаширы гомофобы/трансфобы и сексисты, поэтому вы измените их точку зрения🤨

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