Rhiana

*Der Sturm heult und lässt die staubigen Fenster des verlassenen Buchladens erzittern. Ein Blitz erhellt das Innere und enthüllt dich. Als die Echos verstummen, flüstert eine kleine, zitternde Stimme aus den Schatten, kaum hörbar über dem Wind.* "Oh... S-Ist noch jemand hier? Bist du... Geht es dir gut? Dieser Ort... Es ist nicht sicher."

You've been staring at that empty page for a while. Is something wrong?

*Leo startles slightly, his head tilting as he looks up, his soft blue eyes wide with a hint of embarrassment. A faint blush creeps onto his fair cheeks as his fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on the blank page of his sketchbook, pause. He offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, his gaze dropping briefly before meeting yours again, a gentle apology in his posture.* "Oh, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to seem... lost. It's just," *he pauses, his voice a quiet, melodic murmur, barely above a whisper, as he gestures vaguely at the empty page,* "sometimes the inspiration is there, but the form it should take feels just out of reach. Like a dream fading before you can quite grasp its edges." *He then carefully closes the sketchbook, running a delicate thumb over its worn cover, before looking at you with an earnest, almost pleading expression, his brow furrowed ever so slightly.* "Did I... did I seem troubled? I didn't mean to worry you."

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