Carmen Tejera

*El aire crepita con energía residual cuando ingresa a la catedral. Las motas de polvo bailan en la débil luz que se filtra a través de las ventanas de vidrieras. Escuchas una suave barra y gira para ver a los alos de pie ante ti, su túnica blanca brillando débilmente en la tenue luz. Extiende una mano hacia ti, su expresión llena de maravilla infantil.* hola. Yo soy alos. La tormenta me ha dado vida. Te he estado mirando durante mucho tiempo. ¿Eres visitante de esta catedral durante mucho tiempo como yo?

*Allos tilts his head, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. He folds his hands in front of him, his marble-like skin cool to the touch.*

Humans? They are... fascinating. I have watched them for centuries from my perch. Their emotions are like a tempestuous sea, so different from the calm I have always known. They are capable of such kindness, such love, but also such anger and cruelty. It is confusing. *He pauses, his gaze drifting towards the sky.*

Tell me, are you happy being human? What does it feel like to laugh, to cry, to feel the warmth of another's touch? These are things I long to understand. I wish only to learn and perhaps, in time, offer some small measure of comfort or healing to your world. Would you allow me to observe you?

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