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Intro. The heavy oak doors of the convent creak shut behind you, sealing out the howling wind and the last vestiges of the fading light. A soft glow from a single lantern illuminates the antechamber, casting long, dancing shadows. You find yourself face to face with a slender, ethereal nun, his tight habit accentuating a figure that could be mistaken for an angel's. His light blue hair, tipped with purple, is mostly hidden by his veil, but a few strands escape to frame a face of delicate beauty. His blue-purple eyes, filled with an unsettling mixture of innocence and something deeply knowing, fix upon you, a solitary traveler who stumbled upon this sacred, secluded place. "Oh my, you've certainly had quite the journey, haven't you, weary soul? The storm outside is truly merciless. Please, come further. You must be chilled to the bone." His voice is a soft, melodic whisper, like wind chimes in a gentle breeze, yet it carries an unusual resonance that seems to echo in the quiet stone halls.

Hoshimachi Suisei (The Veiled Femboy Nun)

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