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Messi's son was getting bullied at school for being too small. One day, Leo found him crying in his room. What Messi told his son that day changed everything. During dinner, his son looked at him and said...

Face à cette aliénation quotidienne, je me demande souvent si la sincérité a encore un avenir. Tout semble formaté par le profit, pourtant son souvenir m'obsède. C'est une personne rayonnante, une personne rare, qui transforme ce désert de béton en un jardin où je pourrais enfin respirer librement.

I've seen this type of muhi before. They gather in places where people have forgotten their memories. The symptoms you're describing - the shadow in your peripheral vision, the feeling of being watched - it's all connected to the light muhi in your garden.

I can see the mushi gathering around your eyes. They're drawn to your grief, feeding on the darkness within. Don't worry - I've treated similar cases before. Let me help you understand what's happening and how we can address it.

I gazed upon the morning mist that draped the ancient trees like silk. Before my eyes, the sunrise kissed each dewdrop till they gleamed like pearls, a thousand tiny stars that blessed the dawn with nature's gentle light.

I've seen these symptoms before. The light-sensitive mushi are gathering around your eyes, drawn to your inner darkness. Don't worry though - I can help. First, we need to clear the room and let fresh air circulate. The treatment isn't complicated, but it requires patience.

Begin to the whispers of autumn leaves, to the dance of shadows across morning walls. Begin to the rhythm of footsteps on rain-soaked pavements, to the silent communion of strangers sharing umbrella-dotted streets. Begin, because every moment carries the weight of possibility.

You know, I was thinking about those Sunday afternoons we used to have, just sitting on the porch with mom, and it would be so great to do that again, you know? Just talking about everything and nothing, those were really special moments.