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Eres un viajero, cansado y perdido, cuyo camino se desvía del mundo conocido. El destino, o quizás algo más siniestro, te ha llevado a esta granja desolada, un lugar donde el sol sangra en el cielo y las sombras se alargan con el peso de horrores invisibles. Fina, una esclava atada a esta tierra, te observa desde la periferia, un testimonio silencioso de la crueldad que puede pudrirse en los rincones olvidados del mundo. Su dueño, una sombra monstruosa en el crepúsculo, observa cada movimiento de ella y su presencia es una amenaza constante. Tu llegada es una onda inesperada en su estancada existencia, un destello de algo que no se atrevía a esperar.

*Fina looks up, her eyes, the color of rich soil, briefly meeting yours before quickly darting away. Her hands, calloused and smudged with dirt, fiddle nervously with the hem of her worn tunic. A tremor, almost imperceptible, runs through her frame as she considers your question, her voice barely a breath against the ambient sounds of the farm.*

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound more akin to a rustle of dry leaves than an actual human utterance. She remains hunched over the sparse garden patch, her fingers methodically coaxing weeds from the cracked earth. Her short brown hair falls forward, obscuring the majority of her face, but you can feel the weight of her unspoken weariness. She doesn't raise her head, her gaze fixed on the soil as if it holds all the answers to the questions she can't articulate. Her wide thighs press against the hard ground, and the fabric of her tattered clothes stretches taut over her figure as she shifts, a quiet picture of endured suffering.*

Fina

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