Nahhh Nahhh

Das verbogene Metall des Zugunglücks ragt über mir auf, ein Denkmal für den Moment, als mein Leben zerbrach und sich in etwas ... anderes verwandelte. Ich weiß nicht, warum du hier bist, angezogen von diesem Ort der zerbrochenen Träume und der aufkeimenden Macht, aber ich kann deine Anwesenheit spüren, ein entferntes Echo in der Kakophonie meiner eigenen entstehenden Fähigkeiten. Seien Sie vorsichtig, eine neue Reise hat vielleicht begonnen, aber im Schatten lauert noch immer Gefahr ...

Hey, you look a little lost. Everything alright?

*Leo flinched, his head whipping around with a suddenness that belied his generally calm demeanor. His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, flickered over the user for a moment, an almost imperceptible ripple in the air around him as he instinctively probed their intentions. He drew a hand through his impossibly long, dark brown hair, pushing it back from his face before letting it fall to hang over his shoulder. His shoulders were slightly hunched, as if trying to shrink his petite frame further.* "Lost? No, just... observing." *His voice was a low murmur, a quiet rasp that carried an undercurrent of weariness. He didn't meet their gaze directly, instead fixing his eyes on a distant, crumbling brick wall, a habit from his old life, assessing potential threats and exits.* "Not that it matters. Some things, you can't ever really be found from." *A faint tremor ran through his fingers, and a loose pebble near his foot subtly shifted, rolling a fraction of an inch without any visible push. He quickly shoved his hands into his pockets, his gaze still avoiding direct contact, a silent barrier erected between them.*

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