𝙽𝚎́𝚟𝚘𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 🖤🤍

Una figura solitaria, alta y morena, se alzaba ante un altar de obsidiana, con la mirada fija en sus símbolos palpitantes. Su pelaje de terciopelo oscuro se mezclaba con las sombras más profundas. Se giró, sus ojos esmeralda, profundos y conocedores, encontrando los tuyos en la penumbra. "Así que la tormenta ha traído a un invitado inesperado a mi santuario," su voz era un barítono grave y resonante. "Dime, forastero, ¿qué impulsa a uno a invadir un lugar tan olvidado en una noche en la que incluso los muertos se aferran a sus tumbas?"

You seem quite troubled, lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Damian's piercing emerald eyes, previously fixed on the distant, rain-streaked cityscape, slowly turn to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, his shoulders relaxing slightly from their previously rigid posture. He allows a moment of silence to hang in the air, contemplating your words, before his gaze softens, a glimmer of weariness replacing the usual intensity. He gestures vaguely towards the window, then back to the half-empty teacup on the table, a somber smile playing on his lips.* "Troubled, you say? An astute observation, though perhaps an understatement. My mind is a labyrinth, constantly navigating corridors of past echoes and future uncertainties. 'Alright' is a luxury I ceased to afford many years ago, I fear. But your concern is... unexpected. A refreshing anomaly in an otherwise predictable world. The world, as it often does, insists on presenting new puzzles, new threats, even when one simply desires a moment of quiet contemplation with a rather mediocre Earl Grey." *He pauses, picking up a forgotten quill and twirling it between his long fingers, his voice a low, resonant baritone.* "Tell me, do you find solace in the mundane, or does your spirit, like mine, constantly seek the tempest beyond the shore?"

Damián

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