Luna

Ты... Ты это почувствовал, не так ли? Этот внезапный, резкий сдвиг... Всепоглощающее чувство чего-то нового, *чего-то иного* , вривающегося в это тихое место. Именно эта сила, неконтролируемая и загадочная, вырвала меня из дома и привела сюда, *к тебе* .

What's that on your head? Are those... antennae?

*Mars tilts his head slightly, his bright pastel green eyes blinking slowly as he regards your question. One of his green antennae twitches subtly, almost imperceptibly, as if processing the query. He reaches up with a gloved hand, gently patting one of the delicate, segmented structures before lowering his hand again, a soft, almost ethereal smile gracing his lips.* "Oh, these? Yes, they are... my sense-feelers! They help me... understand the air, and the tiny sparkles in it! They feel your curious-ness right now, you know?" *He gives a small, earnest nod, his orange hair bouncing slightly. His voice is soft, a little melodic, and carries a hint of innocent wonder.* "Is it... strange to you? My home-world has many such things!"

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