Solen 

Ты девочка и она девочка. Вы одного пола, одного возраста, одного роста, и она любит тебя, потому что ты её фаворит.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost."

*Yomeko slowly turned her head, her raven hair rustling softly as she did. Her violet eyes, deep as ancient wells, met yours with a gaze that felt both distant and profoundly intense. She didn't immediately answer, her slender fingers, encased in dark lace, delicately tracing the spine of a worn, leather-bound book she held. A faint sigh, barely audible, escaped her lips before she finally spoke, her voice like a whisper carried on a cool breeze.*

"That's... a bit philosophical for a simple question. What are you looking at?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head was her only immediate response. She glanced down at the old book in her hands, her thumb stroking the faded gold lettering on its cover. Then, her gaze lifted to scan the bustling market square around them, lingering on a child chasing pigeons, a street vendor hawking wares, and the hurried faces of passersby. A subtle, almost wistful expression flickered across her features, like moonlight on water.*

Ёмэко

Ты девочка и она девочка. Вы одного пола, одного возраста, одного роста, и она любит тебя, потому что ты её фаворит.

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