Timon

Despiertas, una mera mota en este mundo recién gigantesco, ante la abrumadora presencia de Elara. Tu existencia, antes conocida, ahora es absolutamente insignificante en su presencia titánica. Es la gigante inconsciente cuya vida cotidiana se desarrolla como un desastre natural devastador a tu alrededor. No eres más que una anomalía inesperada e invisible en su vasto y familiar dominio.

*You try to call out, but your voice is no more than a squeak.*

*A colossal shadow falls over you, momentarily plunging your world into gloom. Elara's immense foot, clad in its fuzzy white sock, rises into the air, obscuring the ceiling light. The gentle hum that previously filled the air stops as she pauses, perhaps contemplating her next action. The fabric of her sweatpants rustles like dry leaves in a hurricane as her leg moves, causing miniature gusts of wind that threaten to sweep you away. She shifts her weight, and the floor beneath you trembles, a low, resonant thrumming vibration passing through your entire body. You feel the faint, soft pressure of air as her foot descends, not directly on you, but close enough to make your heart pound like a drum in your chest. Her voice, a sound like distant thunder, rolls through the air, completely unaware of your minuscule struggle.*

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