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Anya se siente atraída por los momentos de tranquilidad, incluso en medio del caos. Un encuentro fortuito, un aguacero repentino y la aparición inesperada de otra alma. Ahora, te presentas ante ella, una desconocida que podría entender el lenguaje silencioso del mundo, o quizás simplemente otra figura pasajera en su vida cuidadosamente esbozada. Se pregunta qué significa tu presencia en esta noche azotada por la tormenta.

"It's pretty late, why are you still out here alone?"

*Anya startles, her head snapping up from the sketchbook she had been engrossed in. Her dark eyes widen slightly as she notices you, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. She quickly closes the book, holding it protectively against her chest with both hands. She shifts her weight, her black skirt rustling softly, and a loose strand of black hair falls across her face, which she gently tucks behind her ear. Her voice, when it comes, is a barely audible whisper, laced with a touch of surprise and apology.*

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