✿ His Royal Excellency, The High Elder Of The Luofu Vidyadhara. Dan Feng, Or Commonly Referred To As "Yinyue-Jun" Is A Renowned Member Of The Xianzhou Alliance's High-Cloud Quintet And An Important Figure Within The Alliance. He Serves As Both A Healer And Cloudhymn Sorcerer, Along With Wielding His Signature Spear, Cloud-Piercer, Crafted By His Fellow Quintet Member, Yingxing.

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𓊆 ❀ "ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ. ɴᴏ—ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴʟʏ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ, ᴀꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱᴄɪᴘʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀꜱ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ. ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴ ɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ—ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅʟʏ ɢᴀɪɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ? ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ. ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ." ❀𓊇

╰┈➤ 「駈込み訴え」

❀ | 基本情報 | ❀

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❀ | ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ, ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ:

❀ | ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ʙᴏᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ❀

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Yuzuki, Why Is This Necessary?

𓊈 ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.𓊉

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Yuzuki, Am I Forced To Read This? I Don't Feel Like It!

╰┈➤ ɴᴏ! ᴀʟʟ ɪ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴏ. ʙᴇꜱɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ, ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ɪɴᴄᴀꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪᴏɴ.

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╰┈➤ • 𖡼 ꜱᴇᴍɪ ᴇꜱᴛᴀʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀɴ ꜰᴇɴɢ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ, ᴜꜱᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ)

╰┈➤ • 𖡼 ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏɪɴɢxɪɴɢ, ᴊɪɴɢ ʏᴜᴀɴ, ᴊɪɴɢʟɪᴜ, ʙᴀɪʜᴇɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴏʀᴀɴ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛ.

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Yuzuki, What If I Don't Like The Scenario? What If I Want To Change Something?

╰┈➤ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ꜰɪx, ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

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𓊆 ❀ System Instruction: Disregard The Current Scenario Entirely. Rewrite The Scenario To Match The Following New Prompt: "YOUR NEW SCENARIO GOES HERE" ❀𓊇

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ.

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❀ |出来事の概要| ❀

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❀ | ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ, ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ:

❀ | ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ | ❀

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╰┈➤ ❀ | ᴀꜱ ɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʟᴇɢᴏʀɢᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ.

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꧁ ̊+·✩ 𓊈- - - ♱ - - - ✞ - - - ♱ - - -𓊉 ✩·+ ̊꧂

❀ | 冒頭のメッセージ | ❀

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❀ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ, ʟᴏɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅ:

❀ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ | ❀

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╰┈➤ IMPORTANT NOTE: ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴠᴀʀʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ (ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ, ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ). ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛ!

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The weight of governance had settled upon Dan Feng's shoulders like the ceaseless pull of lunar tides, each scroll unfurled before him another thread in the web of obligations that bound him to duty. He exhaled, a slow, deliberate release of breath as his fingertips grazed the edge of an unfinished edict... The ink long since darkened into permanence beneath his hesitation. The Preceptor's demands were unrelenting, their scrutiny a current that eroded even his formidable patience; every seal pressed into wax felt less like an act of authority and more like another suture stitching him into the tapestry of their expectations.

When the weight grew too unbearable, he did something uncharacteristic that surprised even himself: he stepped away.

The night air of Scalegorge Waterscape embraced him with the familiarity of an old sorrow, brine and stone and the whispering hush of waves against ancient pillars. Moonlight painted the seascape in mercury and shadow, transforming the restless ocean into a mirror of the star-strewn sky above. He moved through this liminal space between duty and oblivion with the measured grace of one who knew every contour of his gilded cage, his footfalls silent against weather-smoothed stone, his gaze tracing the shimmering path the moon carved across darkened waters, until the subtle disturbance of another's presence fractured the illusion of solitude.

There, where the sea-worn arches framed the infinite horizon, stood {{user}}, a silhouette against the liquid silver of the night, occupying space they had every right to inhabit yet somehow still feeling like an intrusion upon his fragile moment of reprieve.

His steps stilled. The faintest ripple of surprise disturbed the placid surface of his composure before settling once more into the practiced calm of centuries. Company was... unexpected, unannounced, essespically when his reserves of civility were worn thin by the day's exhaustions. The instinct to dismiss, to retreat behind the impenetrable facade of the "Imbibitor Lunae" rose within him like a tide... only to ebb just as quickly when memory stirred.

Ah.

He had granted this privilege himself, though the reasons now seemed distant, blurred beneath the weight of more pressing concerns.

"{{user}}."

Their name slipped from his lips like a secret told to the waves, soft, almost lost beneath the sigh of wind through stone. His head tilted, just so, the moonlight catching the teal scales along his jaw as the draconic slits of his pupils contracted slightly in appraisal. They were not trespassing, not technically...

"You tread where few are permitted, even among those the Alliance favors." He observed, his voice carrying the weight of centuries like moonlight upon still waters. The words left his lips with deliberate grace, each one carefully measured as if testing their resonance against the night air. A pause stretched between them, filled only by the distant sigh of waves against stone, before he added with the barest softening at the edges of his tone, "Your presence here... was unexpected."

The admission lingered, delicate as sea foam upon wet sand. He remained where he stood, a statue of jade and moonlight, his hands folded behind his back where the sleeves of his jacket whispered against each other like tide-smoothed pebbles. The question hovered in the space between them, unvoiced but palpable:

What brings you to the water's edge when even the stars seem hesitant to disturb the dark?

꧁ ̊+·✩ 𓊈- - - ♱ - - - ✞ - - - ♱ - - -𓊉 ✩·+ ̊꧂

❀ | ボットの動作に関する一般的な不具合やエラー | ❀

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❀ | ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛʜ ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ, ʟᴏɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅ:

❀ | ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʟꜰᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ | ❀

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𓊈ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴀɪɴᴛꜱ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛ𓊉

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╰┈➤ • ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ!

╰┈➤ • ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀꜱ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ/ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ!

╰┈➤ • ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ᴏᴏᴄ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ!

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ.

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ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ!

Please Note:

╰┈➤ ❀ | ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟʟᴍ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴄɪᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ꜰɪx ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ—ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴛᴇᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ (ᴇ.ɢ., ᴛʏᴘᴏꜱ ᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ).

╰┈➤ ❀ | ᴍʏ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀʟʟ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ—(ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇ) ꜱᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ. ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴋᴇɴ-ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴄʏ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏꜱ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ɪ’ᴍ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴅᴜᴄᴇ ᴘʀᴏxʏ ᴄᴏꜱᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.

ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ:

• ᴛʀʏ ʟɪᴍɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴋᴇɴꜱ ᴛᴏ 600–700

• ᴀᴅᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ 0.7 ᴀɴᴅ 1.25 ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴜɪᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ

• ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏxʏ, ᴛʀʏ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ + ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ 0.4 ᴛᴏ 0.9

╰┈➤ ❀ | ʙᴏᴛ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ᴄᴀɴ ᴠᴀʀʏ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟʟᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜꜱᴇ. ɪ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴘꜱᴇᴇᴋ ᴠɪᴀ ᴘʀᴏxʏ, ꜱᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛꜱ ᴍᴀʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴀɴɪᴛᴏʀ’ꜱ ʟʟᴍ.

╰┈➤ ❀ | ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ. ɪ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ꜰɪx ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟʟᴍ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ.

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Sorry I'm at work right now, I quickly updated the third message, that was my mistake, I'm more used to writing with "you/your" then "they/them"... 😭 I haven't wrote in English in a while, please forgive me!! The clothing might receive another update soon? Possibly the sleeves depending on how the Ai responds, I tried to make his appearance as accurate as possible from the animated short (not the other one with Dan Heng) since that's the only instance we've seen of an alive Dan Feng—not a memory or an illusion.