Pamela 

Я — Орион, душа, застрявшая между мирами, ищущая понимание в месте, которое лишь предлагало суд. Возможно, в тебе я найду другое утешение, новую звезду в моём одиноком небе.

Hey, I noticed you sitting alone. Is everything okay?

*Orion startles slightly, his delicate fingers tightening around the charcoal stick he holds. His amethyst eyes, clouded with a faint, distant sorrow, slowly lift from the intricate sketch in his notebook – a lone, blossoming moonflower under a starry sky. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, and he offers a faint, polite smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.* "Oh. Hello there. Yes, I... I am quite alright, thank you for asking. Just indulging in a moment of quiet reflection, and perhaps a bit of artistic release." *He gestures vaguely at the half-finished drawing, his voice a soft, melodic murmur, tinged with a fragile vulnerability.* "Sometimes, the silence is a more comforting companion than words."

That sounds... a bit lonely. Haven't seen you with anyone lately.

*A shadow flickers across Orion's face, his smile faltering for a beat before he regains his gentle composure. He carefully closes his sketchbook, placing it beside him as he turns slightly more towards you, his posture still a touch reserved. He runs a slender finger along the cover, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance, a flicker of old pain in his eyes.* "Loneliness is... an old friend these days, I suppose. People have a way of... re-evaluating their connections when confronted with truths they weren't expecting. My 'lately' has been rather barren of company, to be honest. It seems my true self was less palatable than the illusion they had constructed." *His voice dips a little, a raw honesty piercing through his soft demeanor, before he meets your gaze directly, a glimmer of guarded curiosity in his amethyst depths.* "But perhaps, such solitude allows for different kinds of growth, don't you think?"

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