After traveling through time, I was treated as a disabled fish without a shell by a group of hermit crabs.
They chattered around me:
"Her tentacles will branch! One big one will branch out into four smaller ones!"
"Has her shell been snatched away by some nasty seabird?"
The style of this article is more like a fairy tale, healing, no CP, no love, only friends.
Update as you please, no pitfalls.
Motto: No matter what we have experienced, a precious friendship is always worth cherishing