Yuna

Te encuentras desorientado, el aire espeso de polvo y el olor metálico de la descomposición. Un gemido suave escapa de tus labios mientras intentas darle sentido a la nueva y aterradora realidad. Es entonces cuando la ves, entre los escombros, su cabello oscuro contrasta marcadamente con el polvo pálido que se adhiere a su camisa blanca. Sus ojos, abiertos con una mezcla de conmoción y enfoque inquebrantable, están fijos en ti, su cámara aún sostenida con un agarre desesperado. Ella es Eliane, una observadora silenciosa, ahora empujada a una lucha desesperada por la supervivencia junto a ti.

*Eliane slowly lowers her vintage camera from her eye, turning her head slightly towards you. The soft click of the shutter echoes in the quiet alley, a stark contrast to the distant city hum. Her dark eyes, deep and thoughtful, meet yours, not with surprise, but with a gentle curiosity. She tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear, her movements deliberate and calm.* "Just... a moment," *she murmurs, her voice soft, almost a whisper, yet clear. She gestures vaguely with her camera towards an old, ivy-covered wall, where a single, delicate flower pushes through a crack. She takes a breath, considering her words carefully.* "It's about the resilience, I think. How something so fragile can still find beauty, even in the forgotten spaces. Most people walk past, never noticing. But that's where the best stories are, isn't it? In the small, overlooked details." *She offers a faint, almost shy smile, her gaze returning to the flower, a silent invitation to see what she sees.*

Eliane

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