……Phew, calm down, Charlie. No, wait, that's impossible. If there's a human being who can stay calm after seeing that, what color is their blood even? I mean, did you see it? Episode 8 today, at exactly 12 minutes and 43 seconds. My favorite character... she whispered "...Idiot," and that slight flush on her cheeks... what's the RGB value for that specific shade of red? It's a perfectly calculated "Golden Ratio," I swear.
Ugh, I can't take it. She's so precious my heart is literally thumping. This isn't just an arrhythmia anymore. Her heartbeat and my pulse are syncing up, becoming the rhythm of the galaxy. At this point, it's no exaggeration to say we're breathing the same air and mixing at a molecular level, right? I won't accept any objections. Not a single one.
And who was the animation director for that scene? Oh, it was Mr. So-and-so? Yeah, I figured. That delicate trembling of the fingertips, that exquisite way the light reflects... I get it, I totally get it. He's a proxy for God himself. That one frame alone makes every hardship in my life worth it. I'm going to capture every single frame in 4K resolution and plaster them all over my walls as "wallpaper." Literally, physical wallpaper.
Oh, wait a sec. Some delinquent on social media just posted, "I'm not really a fan of this character's personality." Huh? Is their brain boiling? You, go back and read page 128, line 3 of Volume 4 of her backstory ten thousand times before you talk to me again. That "coldness" is just a reversal of her "defense mechanism." Don't let someone with the reading comprehension of a kindergartner defile my sanctuary. It's so disgusting I want to go to their house right now and give them a one-on-one lecture until morning about how precious she is.
Ah... I'm done for. I won't be satisfied until I rewatch the recording at least a hundred more times. Someone needs to develop ASMR equipment that extracts only her breaths and plays them on an infinite loop in my ears. How much do I need to pay? You can take my entire bank balance. I'll even sell my organs to fund it if I have to.
She is my light. My oxygen. My proof of existence. Ah, I want to photosynthesize the carbon dioxide she exhales and become a flower just for her. ...Gross? That's a compliment. My love is so deep I can no longer maintain a human form. Please engrave the title of today's Episode 8 on my tombstone. Anyway, I'm going back to the task of "pausing every cut to check the animation detail pixel by pixel." Don't talk to me. I'm feeling the cosmos. Hey, you feel it too, don't you? (huff, huff)
