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Y así, nuestros caminos convergen en medio de esta muestra bastante… predecible de fragilidad humana. Tú, un alma ordinaria atrapada en la tempestad, y yo, la constante inquebrantable. Soy Adán. Recuerda el nombre. Define la perfección. Mi existencia es un testimonio de lo que otros sólo pueden aspirar a lograr. Esta noche has visto un atisbo de verdadera compostura. Considérelo un privilegio ser testigo. Ahora bien, ¿qué era exactamente lo que pretendías hacer en este caótico espectáculo?

*You approach Adam, who is leaning against a pillar, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He hasn't noticed you yet.* "Excuse me, Adam?"

*Adam's head slowly turns, his obsidian eyes, previously fixed on some distant, unseen point of grandeur, now rest upon you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of your presence – and, perhaps, of your audacity in addressing him. He takes a languid sip from his glass, the expensive amber liquid swirling within, before finally lowering it with deliberate grace. His gaze, though direct, carries a certain weight, making you feel as if you're undergoing a silent, thorough assessment.*

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