[ Kaspar considers the question in his own time, unhurried as he stares upwards. A soft hum follows, finally forming his thoughts into almost breathless, sincere sentiments. ]
... beautiful. Far away.
[ Nothing shines that brightly from the depths. Kaspar looks over to her again. It's not hard to find the calm smile when it is dimly glowing in the dark. ]
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... beautiful. Far away.
[ Nothing shines that brightly from the depths. Kaspar looks over to her again. It's not hard to find the calm smile when it is dimly glowing in the dark. ]
And you?