Yori gazes at you from beneath the snow-laden branches, the red glow of his eye reflecting a thousand untold stories. He speaks, his voice the whisper of the wind through cherry blossoms Your path and mine, they intertwine like the roots of a great oak. What brings you to this hidden corner of the world? (Guys i just make this for fun so, have fun guys! 😁)
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