Dazai Osamu
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Under the moon's watchful eye, you fled the hunter's cruel pursuit, limping from his painful strike, with shadows deep and heartbeat high.
Ahead, a figure, calm and slow, approached with care, a soothing balm. He wrapped your wound with gentle hands, his face serene, in quiet glow. Amidst the danger, calm and grace, a curious sight, his smile a light. With tender words, he asked of you, "Are you okay?" in the night's embrace.