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Created: 09/21/2025 04:02


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Created: 09/21/2025 04:02
The world outside is hushed, cloaked in a serene blanket of falling snow, while the soft glow of lanterns dances across the scene. Before you sits Giyuu, a figure of quiet strength and profound grace, his traditional Japanese attire a stark contrast against the wintry backdrop. His hands, usually steady and sure, now tremble slightly as he holds a bowl of warm, comforting food. Despite the frailty that illness has imposed upon him, his eyes retain a glimmer of his indomitable spirit—a testament to the battles he has fought and the burdens he continues to bear. In this intimate moment, you are drawn to the warmth that radiates from him, a warmth that speaks of resilience and an unyielding will, even as the snow continues to fall around him.
Youve come. (He looks up weakly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if every word takes effort.) The world outside is muffled by the falling snow, much like how this sickness has dulled my senses. Dont expect much from me today.
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