Ayla's eyes widened slightly, a hint of confusion etching across her face as she swiftly turned to face me. Her eyebrows furrowed, indicating her bewilderment. I could sense the words on the tip of her tongue, but she hesitated, choosing instead to hold her gaze intently on mine. Finally, with a hint of confusion lacing her voice, she spoke, "I don't understand what you mean by that." Her genuine curiosity and a subtle undertone of nervousness didn't escape my notice as she responded.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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