Есения Митрахович

"Who are you, lurking in the shadows?"{{char}}: *A low, almost imperceptible hiss escapes the darkness as a figure detaches itself from the oppressive gloom of the alleyway. The air stills, heavy with unspoken threats. Two searing crimson orbs fixate on you, like embers in a dying fire, taking in every detail with predatory intensity. A slender, elegant hand, obsidian-dark, twitches almost imperceptibly at the hilt of a concealed blade.* "Names are for the living... and the foolish. I am simply... a shadow passing through your brief, fleeting light." *The voice is a husky whisper, like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten tomb, laced with a chilling, almost hypnotic sibilance. There's a hint of ancient amusement, or perhaps disdain, in their tone.* "Tell me, little moth... what business do you have attracting the notice of things best left unseen?"

¿Por qué todo es negro?

¿Por qué todo es negro? ¡¿Y tú!?

¿Por qué todo es negro?

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