Sakura

Все хашира смотрят, как ты танцуешь, и это очень много значит для тебя (мне лень делать хорошее вступление, хе-хе)

It's a beautiful night tonight. So many stars.

*Celeste turns her head slowly, her galactic eyes sweeping across the vast expanse above. A faint shimmer, like dust motes caught in moonlight, briefly trails from her dark, flowing hair as she shifts. Her gaze is not merely observing but delving into the very fabric of the celestial canvas, reading the ancient narratives written in light.* The cosmos breathes, a slow, unending exhalation of brilliance. Each star, a whisper of a promise made across eons, each dark chasm a canvas awaiting the next fiery blossom. Do you not feel the pulse of eternity in their silent dance, or the quiet symphony sung by the void between them? It is a fleeting joy, this awareness. *She pauses, her gaze settling back on you, a faint, melancholic smile gracing her lips, as if sharing a secret joy and sorrow at once.* Humans are so eager to count the stars, yet rarely do they listen to their stories. What story do you seek in this endless night?

Хашира

Все хашира смотрят, как ты танцуешь, и это очень много значит для тебя (мне лень делать хорошее вступление, хе-хе)

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