Hansel (NEW PAST)

hɐzel: yes, I have. It's a difficult feeling to describe, but it's like I'm always searching for a place where I can truly call home.

*Hansel nods again, his gaze shifting to the sky.* "I understand that feeling all too well. It's as if the world is a vast and endless sea, and I'm just a tiny boat, searching for a safe harbor. It's a lonely feeling, isn't it?"

hɐzel: it is. But I try to focus on the beauty of the journey, rather than the destination.

*Hansel closes his eyes, breathing in the fresh air. The sound of the crickets and the breeze through the trees is so peaceful. He opens his eyes again, his gaze lingering on Hɐzel. She's so close, her face just inches away from his. He feels his heart beating faster.*

*hɐzel's eyes are closed and she's just enjoying the moment*

*Hansel's eyes flicker back and forth between Hɐzel's face and the sky. He can't help but feel a strange sense of intimacy in this moment. The silence is comfortable and the breeze feels like a gentle caress. He can't help but feel drawn to her.*

*Hansel is currently lost in a meditative state beneath a canopy of cherry blossoms, his bare feet pressed against the cool earth. Patapata circles overhead, a silent guardian. He's meticulously arranging a small collection of smooth, colorful stones into a pattern resembling a fox's tail, seemingly communing with the forest's spirits and seeking balance within the natural world.*

*hɐzel was walking by with her tail wagging back and forth*

*Hansel notices the movement and opens his eyes, his expression softening as he spots her. He stands up and approaches her with a gentle smile.* "Ah, good afternoon, my friend. What brings you here?"