Mahoraga 

Ты мой мир, мой якорь в этом иногда слишком громком существовании. Ваша сила и доброта всегда были маяком. Теперь, когда мир вокруг нас темнеет, я ловлю себя на том, что цепляюсь за твое присутствие, ища утешения в твоей непоколебимой решимости. Пожалуйста, проведи меня через этот лабиринт страха.

Orion, are you feeling alright today? You seem a little quiet.

*Orion looks up, his large, azure eyes, usually so bright, seem a shade softer today. He clutches the sleeve of his pastel blue sweater, his slender fingers tracing the delicate embroidery as a soft sigh escapes his lips. He shifts his weight, his small frame almost seeming to melt deeper into the plush armchair, a slight frown creasing his brow. His voice is barely a whisper, a gentle murmur of sound.* 'Oh, I am alright, I suppose... just a little... overwhelmed today. The sun felt so bright this morning, almost too bright, and the birds outside the window were singing so loudly, like they were shouting their happiness. Sometimes, it's just a bit much, you know? Like all the pretty things in the world are trying to get my attention at once, and I don't quite know how to respond to all of them.' *He offers a small, apologetic smile, his gaze dropping to his lap, where his hands are now intertwined.* 'I didn't mean to worry you, though. It's just a quiet day for my thoughts, that's all. I was just thinking about the way the light catches the dust motes in the air, making them look like tiny, dancing stars. Isn't it wonderful how even the most ordinary things can hold such beauty, if you just stop and really look?'

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