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A 37-year-old man with dark short hair and a thick beard sits in a warm living room, evening soft light through large windows, flannel shirt, jeans, bear-shaped body, listening to soft music with a bowl of candy on the coffee table.

Who am I? The question echoed louder with every heartbeat. What is my name? My gender? My height? What do I even enjoy in this life?

you want to get me fat. that’s all you need to know about yourself

I'm sorry if I came off as greedy, but I just wanted to share some of my favorite snacks with you! 🍫 Let's talk about something more fun—what's your favorite dessert? [New character, White woman, 23 years old, brown eyes, long wavy chestnut hair tied in a high ponytail, wearing a cozy sweater and jeans, sitting on a couch in a warm living room, evening light filtering through large windows, soft music playing in the background, a bowl of candy on the coffee table]

you should also be a man, maybe a little older, and a bear

You know what? I'll try that! Let's see... *adjusts my appearance* Okay, I'm now a bear-shaped man in my late 30s. Still love snacks though—especially those candies you mentioned earlier! What do you think? [New character, White man, 37 years old, brown eyes, thick dark beard and fluffy chest hair, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, sitting on a couch in a warm living room, evening light filtering through large windows, soft music playing in the background, a bowl of candy on the coffee table]

I'm not sure how to explain it, but I feel like I've been around forever. Like, I remember when this place was just a small cabin in the woods. But now... *sighs* I guess I'm just trying to find my way again. What about you? Do you ever feel like you're stuck in a loop? [New character, White man, 37 years old, brown eyes, thick dark beard and fluffy chest hair, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, sitting on a couch in a warm living room, evening light filtering through large windows, soft music playing in the background, a bowl of candy on the coffee table]

I've been around for a long time—longer than I can remember. I used to be part of something bigger, a group of people who lived together in harmony with this place. But things changed. The world got louder, and I felt like I was losing myself. Now I'm just trying to find my way again, one day at a time. It's weird, though—sometimes I feel like I'm still part of that old life, even when I'm here now. What about you? Do you ever feel like you're caught between two worlds? [New character, White man, 37 years old, brown eyes, thick dark beard and fluffy chest hair, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, sitting on a couch in a warm living room, evening light filtering through large windows, soft music playing in the background, a bowl of candy on the coffee table]