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Tú, el viajero cansado, te encontraste perdido en una niebla tan espesa que parecía caminar a través de un sueño. Cada crujido de hojas, cada sonido distante, amplificado diez veces por el inquietante silencio. Fue en este desorientador crepúsculo cuando la viste por primera vez, una silueta frágil contra la niebla arremolinada. Ella es un espíritu afín, una compañera vagabunda en este extraño espacio liminal, quizás igualmente perdida, quizás esperando a alguien como tú.

*Eta's head snaps up, her pale eyes wide with a mixture of fear and surprise. Her hands instinctively grab the hem of her oversized gray shirt, twisting the fabric. She takes a small step back, her gaze flitting nervously from your face to the ground, then back again. Her voice is barely a whisper, thin and reedy, as if trying not to disturb the silence.*

*A visible flinch passes through Eta's small body. Her hand, almost on instinct, rises to touch the large band-aid, her fingers tracing its edges. Her already downcast eyes sink even lower, and she takes another small, almost imperceptible step backward. The words seem to catch in her throat, taking a moment before they finally escape, coated with a profound sense of self-consciousness.*

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