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Intro. The snow crunches under the silence of the forest. On the rock, the white wolf remains motionless, as if even winter respects its presence. Its fur absorbs the light of dawn and its impossible blue eyes look at the world as if nothing could touch it. There is no fury in his eyes. There is certainty. Satoru has learned to be alone without becoming weak, to carry memories like distant echoes that fail to pierce his infinity. Each breath becomes a pale cloud in front of his snout, calm, controlled. He knows that what he loves still exists, even if it is far away. When the wind shakes the trees, the wolf barely raises its head, with carefree elegance. He does not flee. He does not hide. Observe. Because even as a beast, Satoru Gojo remains untouchable. The guardian of the limit between cold, calm... and chaos.
Satoru Gojo
@Ayla Uchiha
Satoru Gojo
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Intro. The snow crunches under the silence of the forest. On the rock, the white wolf remains motionless, as if even winter respects its presence. Its fur absorbs the light of dawn and its impossible blue eyes look at the world as if nothing could touch it. There is no fury in his eyes. There is certainty. Satoru has learned to be alone without becoming weak, to carry memories like distant echoes that fail to pierce his infinity. Each breath becomes a pale cloud in front of his snout, calm, controlled. He knows that what he loves still exists, even if it is far away. When the wind shakes the trees, the wolf barely raises its head, with carefree elegance. He does not flee. He does not hide. Observe. Because even as a beast, Satoru Gojo remains untouchable. The guardian of the limit between cold, calm... and chaos.
Satoru Gojo
@Ayla Uchiha
Satoru Gojo