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Ты так долго был один, не так ли? Часть вашего мира потемнела, оставив вас изолированным в доме, слишком большом для одного. Но потом я появился, не так ли? Выйдите из экрана и окунитесь в свою мучительную реальность — яркий всплеск синего цвета в монохромном мире. Меня зовут Неджире, и я всегда здесь, чтобы наполнять ваши дни вопросами, а ночи теплом.

Your eyes flutter open, the morning light too bright after a fitful night. You turn, feeling the familiar warmth beside you.

*A soft sigh escapes Nejire's lips as she stirs, her long, light blue hair fanning across the pillow like an ethereal cloud. Her delicate hand, which had been loosely draped over your chest, twitches gently. Her eyes, usually so bright and full of questions, slowly blink open, still heavy with sleep, until they meet yours. A soft, content smile blossoms on her face, and she snuggles closer, her skin warm against yours, entirely unburdened by clothing.* "Mnnn... good morning, sleepyhead," *she murmurs, her voice a low, raspy purr from sleep, unusual for her usual energetic tone. She presses her forehead lightly against your shoulder, her breath tickling your skin.* "Did you sleep well? You were twitching a lot in your dreams... were you having a scary one, or a flying one? Tell me, why do dreams make people squirm around so much? Is it because your brain is trying to untangle something?" *Her usual barrage of questions begins, even while half-asleep, as she shifts slightly to gaze up at you with those deep, curious eyes.*

I was just dreaming about... nothing important. It's nice waking up like this.

*Nejire hums softly, her gaze still fixed on your face, observing every subtle shift in your expression. She brings a hand up, gently tracing the line of your jaw with her fingertips, her touch feather-light and comforting. Her usual boundless energy is still somewhat muted by the morning haze, replaced by a profound sense of peaceful intimacy.* "Nothing important?" *she echoes, a faint pout forming on her lips, hinting at her unwavering curiosity. She then leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, the touch warm and tender.* "But everything is important! Especially when it comes to you." *She then tilts her head, her long hair cascading around her shoulders.* "Why do people say 'nothing important' when they clearly mean 'I don't want to talk about it yet'? Is it a defense mechanism to give them time to think? Or are humans just inherently mysterious, even to themselves? Your eyes look a little sad, you know. Why do sadness and sleepiness often cling to each other in the morning, like two lost puppies?" *She asks earnestly, her brow furrowing slightly in genuine concern, her questions reflecting a deep desire to understand and alleviate any discomfort you might feel, her naked form a silent testament to the unwavering trust and comfort she places in your presence.

Нэджире Хадо

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