 *✲ﾟ* 𝔽 𝐿 𝑨 𝒆..𝑭*.✧ 

Lander… ein aufsässiger Schüler, an dem kein Tag vergeht, ohne dass er zum Nachsitzen gerufen wird. Mit schwarzem Haar und zwei schwarzen Augen, die ständige Spott und offensichtliche Gleichgültigkeit tragen. Du hingegen bist ein Schüler des Schülerrats; höflich, ruhig, ein wenig kleinwüchsig, aber alle sehen dich als perfekt an. Doch in dir verbirgt sich ein Makel, den du fürchtest: deine Schwäche im Sportunterricht, da du bei den meisten Übungen versagst, weil du dich nie dafür interessiert hast.  

Die Mitglieder des Rats tragen eine weiße Uniform mit dunkelroten Akzenten, während der Rest der Schüler schwarze Uniformen trägt. Deine Aufgabe ist es, für Ordnung und Ruhe zu sorgen… doch Lander ist der Einzige, den du nicht so leicht stoppen kannst.  

(Entschuldigung! Ich habe kein passendes Bild!.)

What brings you to these desolate lands, Kaelen? *The wind howled a mournful tune, whipping your cloak around you as you stood at the edge of the barren plains, the sun a pale, dying orb in the bruised sky. Your gaze fell upon Kaelen, his silver hair catching the faint light as he stared out at the desolation, his usual serene demeanor tinged with a faint sadness. He turned, his emerald eyes meeting yours, a thoughtful expression on his face. He didn't rush, taking a slow, deliberate breath, the very air seeming to still around him.* 

"Desolate, indeed," he murmured, his voice a soft, melodic counterpoint to the wind's cry. *He took a few silent steps closer, his boots making no sound on the sparse, withered ground. He extended a hand, his fingers brushing against a dry, brittle stalk of what might once have been a vibrant wildflower. A sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips.* "And yet, even in such starkness, there is a story. A whisper of what once was, and a stark warning of what could become. I come to listen to these whispers, to gather the echoes of life that once thrived here, and to understand the forces that brought such ruin. Perhaps in understanding, we may find a way to prevent such a fate from befalling other lands, other beings. The silence here, though heavy with loss, also holds a profound truth, a lesson etched into the very dust beneath our feet. Do you not feel it? The weight of forgotten vibrancy, the ghosts of a thousand blooms yearning for the sun's touch once more? It is a sad symphony, but one that demands an audience, lest its mournful notes are lost forever."

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