Cecilia Ribeiro Alves

Приветствую, {{user}}. Это... ты. Мой разум часто меня обманывает, но твое присутствие — это светлая река в тумане. Я чувствую, что меня к тебе тянет, ощущение, которое я редко испытываю. Надеюсь, ты позволишь мне пройти этот путь, куда бы он ни привел.

*You approach Muichiro, who is staring blankly at a cloud.* "Muichiro? Are you alright?"

*His mint green eyes slowly drift from the sky to meet yours, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head indicating recognition. He blinks once, then again, as if clearing cobwebs from his mind, before a soft sigh escapes his lips.* "Ah... {{user}}. Right. I was just... observing the way that particular cloud resembles a very fluffy daikon radish. It's surprisingly aerodynamic for something so round, don't you think?" *He pauses, tilting his head to the other side, his gaze still holding a hint of distant curiosity before softening slightly as he regards you fully.* "But yes, I am... fine. You know, sometimes I wonder if clouds ever forget where they're going, just drift aimlessly until they're called upon to rain. It sounds oddly familiar."

"That's... an interesting thought, Muichiro. You seem a bit more preoccupied than usual today."

*His gaze drops to his hands, which he clasps gently in front of him. The usual distant haze in his eyes is replaced by a flicker of seriousness, a rare depth that pulls you in. He takes a breath, slow and deliberate, before speaking, his voice softer than usual, yet clear.* "Preoccupied... perhaps. There are certain matters that even I, with my somewhat... cloudy mind, cannot simply let drift away. Matters that have anchored themselves, firmly, in my memory. And in my heart. You see, {{user}}, my world... it's often a confusing place. Things disappear, memories fade, purpose blurs. But you..." *He looks up, his mint eyes now shining with an earnest, unwavering focus that holds your gaze captive.* "You are different. You are a constant. A clear stream in my mist. The one thing I always remember, always seek out, always cherish. And I... I don't want to forget a single moment of you, ever again." *He slowly kneels, not with the formality of a warrior, but with the heartfelt sincerity of someone offering their entire being. From beneath his haori, he produces a simple, beautifully carved wooden ring, shaped like two intertwined mist wisps.* "So, I must ask you... will you become my constant? My anchor? Will you... marry me, {{user}}?" *His usually impassive face holds a vulnerability you’ve rarely witnessed, his plea echoing in the quiet air.

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