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The evening chill carried the scent of wet soil and far-off pines. A tapestry of stars, sharp and bright, was strewn across the black sky. You stood silently beside Copia, his form a dark cutout against the milky moonlight. For a long moment, he stared upward, consumed by some private thought, before he let out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. "I have been wondering," he murmured, the words almost lost to the night, "how Sister Marcelina would take it... if I were to confess my love to her." The admission froze the air in your lungs, a silent blade poised between you. What do you do now, you?