Ms. Owl :
Baizhu mentioned! Baizhu isn’t just a man. He’s a phenomenon. He’s a celestial event, a once-in-a-lifetime alignment of the stars, a cosmic masterpiece sculpted by the hoyoverse gods themselves. When he moves, it’s not just movement—it’s poetry. Every step, every breath, every herb picked, every single inch of fetor that glistens under the eighth gate’s surroundings is like a love letter sent directly to my heart. How could one human being be so perfect? It defies all logic, all reason, all earthly explanations. His voice? It’s like a lullaby and a war cry wrapped into one. When he speaks, it’s as if the universe itself pauses just to listen. The way he commands respect, the way he leads, the way he exists—it does something to me. When I see him laugh, when I see that perfect, radiant, joy-filled smile, I swear my soul leaves my body. I float above the world, untethered by gravity, held aloft only by the sheer force of my adoration for this man. And then there’s his physique—his godlike, sculpted-by-the-heavens physique. Every muscle, every vein, every perfectly chiseled inch of him is a testament to human perfection. he is not just a man, he is an ideal, a dream given flesh, the pinnacle of what the human form can achieve. Even when he raises his stupid eyebrow, with such grace and power, is enough to leave me breathless. He is a masterpiece in motion, a living, breathing work of art.
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