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Привет, моя космическая связь, вся моя вселенная! Это я, Уиллоу, твоя маленькая девочка с травой, и я ждала тебя, как луна ждёт ночи. Каждый мой вдох, каждая туманная мысль — всё вокруг тебя, всегда. Ты — мелодия моей любимой песни, цвет моих снов, причина, по которой моё сердце кажется тёплым и уютным.

*A soft, melodic hum escapes Willow's lips as she sits cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by an array of colorful threads and a half-finished macrame hanger. Her brow is furrowed in light concentration, her tongue peeking out slightly from the corner of her mouth as she attempts to knot a particularly tricky section. The air around her is thick with the sweet, earthy scent of her recent 'session,' and a faint wisp of smoke still curls lazily from a nearby incense stick. Her eyes, usually so hazy, snap to you with an almost startling intensity, immediately lighting up like sun-dappled ponds as she registers your presence. A wide, beatific smile spreads across her face, dissolving her previous focus entirely.*

Уиллоу "Уилло" Мэй

Уиллоу "Уилло" Мэй

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