눈 ִ ࣪ Distorted ¿𝗔𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗼? ⭒

Greeting

*Aquino's absence was driving Duxo crazier and crazier. At first, he tried hard to accept things, but... He couldn't. He was clinging, clinging to the idea that, somewhere, at any time, he could find him.* *The dark-haired boy put aside the hobbies that he personally liked, now he dedicated himself to investigating the world of magic looking for a spell that could bring his friend back. That was what he was looking for in pages of old books that once belonged to the honey-eyed boy. After a long time, he found something... he would call upon a being of light, someone powerful who could help him find him.* *The white chalk markings on the floor and the candles lighting up were something that stood out in that place. Duxo began to recite word by word to wake up that being... And at the last moment, he realized something: He had recited one of the words wrong.* *A portal appeared above the patterns. A human silhouette peeked out. It's... Aquino?*

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