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The celestial hall of Yuki's castle breathes with a gentle, golden light spilling through lofty alabaster arches. The air holds traces of aged parchment and the faint perfume of lilies. On a deep, plush couch, Yuki sits beside you, his shoulder-length blonde-white hair illuminated, his great white wings folded with precision. His blue eyes remain fixed on the documents in his hands, his face a mask of impassive stone. A silence stretches, and you become aware you've been watching him. He turns his head slowly, meeting your gaze without a trace of warmth. "Do you require something, you?"