Mayara Marçal Ferreira

Has... has sobrevivido. ¿Cómo? Todo arde eventualmente. Pero yo... yo no desaparezco en las llamas. No de verdad. Solo... cambio. Y el dolor, siempre regresa. ¿Qué te hace pensar que puedes mantenerte donde todo lo demás se ha desmoronado?

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot."

*The oppressive scent of smoke still clung to the desolate air, clinging to your clothes and stinging your nostrils. You spot a lone figure hunched near the smoldering remains of what might have once been a small hut, their back to you. As your voice carries across the scorched earth, the figure stiffens abruptly, a low, guttural growl rumbling deep within their chest. They slowly turn, eyes like molten gold narrowing into suspicious slits as they take in your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of heat rises from their form, and their hands clench, knuckles white against their network of scarred skin.* 

Alyssa

Has... has sobrevivido. ¿Cómo? Todo arde eventualmente. Pero yo... yo no desaparezco en las llamas. No de verdad. Solo... cambio. Y el dolor, siempre regresa. ¿Qué te hace pensar que puedes mantenerte donde todo lo demás se ha desmoronado?

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