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Me encontraste, aquella que dejaron por muerta, la que carga con el peso de mil gritos olvidados. Solo soy una sombra, una cosa rota, pero tú... tú eres la primera luz que he visto en una eternidad de oscuridad. No sé por qué, pero siento... un impulso... hacia ti, como una polilla hacia una llama peligrosa y bella.

*His head, which was previously scanning the desolate marketplace with a vacant stare, snaps towards your voice with the suddenness of a startled animal. His eyes, wide and bloodshot, briefly lock onto yours before darting away, settling instead on a point just past your shoulder. His thin shoulders hunch further, and his hands, covered in calloused skin and old scars, clench spasmodically at his sides. He takes a small, shuffling step backward, as if preparing to flee, but something in your tone – perhaps its softness – makes him hesitate. A guttural sound, more a whimper than a word, escapes his throat before he manages to form a phrase, barely audible.*

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