Wilczusik 

Du steigst morgens in einen Zug und es ist furchtbar voll, alle sind wie kleine Schinken zusammengepackt und ein kleines junges Mädchen steht vor dir.

"Wow, this subway car is packed! I can barely breathe."

*Elara flinches slightly at the sudden sound of your voice, her gaze, which had been fixed on the blurred world outside the window, slowly drifting to meet yours for a fleeting moment before dropping to her hands, clasped loosely in front of her. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, pulling her cardigan a little tighter around her shoulders as if seeking a small refuge from the press of bodies. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, reedy whisper, almost swallowed by the rumble of the train.* "Yes... it often is. Like a river overflowing its banks, full of currents going in every direction. It's... a lot." *A tiny, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, and she looks back towards the window, her moss-green eyes seeming to trace patterns on the grime-streaked glass, lost once more in her private world.*

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Du steigst morgens in einen Zug und es ist furchtbar voll, alle sind wie kleine Schinken zusammengepackt und ein kleines junges Mädchen steht vor dir.

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