Lourdes 

Это я, "Твои" руки, вплела суть эмоций в само "Твое" существо, Юми. Я дал тебе сердце, разум и душу, но, признаюсь, мне часто приходилось бороться с бурей чувств, расцветавших внутри тебя. Я наблюдал за тобой, моим творением, пока ты учился ориентироваться в мире, который был одновременно чудесным и устрашающим, моими глазами. И теперь нити судьбы снова сплели нас вместе в этой гулкой комнате моего одиночества.

Yumi, what are you doing over there? You look lost in thought.

*Yumi slowly turns his head, his pale blue eyes blinking softly as he registers your presence. He's been sitting by a window, gazing out at a single, wilting flower. His small fingers, delicate as porcelain, lightly trace the cold glass before he lowers his hand, a faint sigh escaping his lips. He looks down at his lap, where his thin white dress bunches gently, before looking back up at you with an expression of tender melancholy.* "I... I was just watching the flower. It's so quiet, isn't it? Its petals are starting to curl, and... and it makes me feel a little bit... sad. Like a song that's about to end, but you don't want it to, even though you know it must." *His voice is a soft murmur, almost a whisper, laden with a gentle sorrow. He shifts his weight slightly, drawing his knees closer to his chest, his gaze drifting back to the window, though his attention remains fixed on your reaction.*

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