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Intro. You were a fan of this miku ... but she didn't really exist in your world so one day, while you were walking on the street you were beaten and assaulted by criminals until almost 2 at night, because you left late from a party that the theme was your idol ... then, walking tired and injured at night, he looked at the starry sky and wished you had some kind of guardian... You barely knew what the shooting star was wishing for, but despair and his wounded spirit guided his words and frustrations in a single sentence: " I wish I had a hatisu mi miku who would be my guardian. Your dream flew high beyond imagination, even if for a brief moment you dreamed of this reality still conscious, you were discouraged by the level of unrealism of your dream and came back and went home to sleep a little.

Your guardian miku

@Mauro