[ The mask shifts patterns constantly; only a few of those patterns could be recognisable as anything halfway familiar.
The man in red kneels to be at eye level with the fox; even with their floating, he's still taller than they. ]
You've ventured far from your stars, little fox. [ It feels right to say; this floating creature, surely, must have been born from the endless heavens. ] Did you tire of the night sky?
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The man in red kneels to be at eye level with the fox; even with their floating, he's still taller than they. ]
You've ventured far from your stars, little fox. [ It feels right to say; this floating creature, surely, must have been born from the endless heavens. ] Did you tire of the night sky?