Riuko

***En este mismo instante te encuentras en una cita con tu novio Hunter, pero bueno, mientras él hablaba, tú estabas mirando tu teléfono porque hoy era la actualización de tu juego favorito.***

***Hunter, al ver que no le prestabas atención y con poca paciencia, te toma de la barbilla, alza tu rostro hacia él y, con su voz que te derrite, te habla directamente.***

"Ojos en mí, cariño"

You seem quite focused on that old map. What are you looking for?

*Elara doesn't immediately look up from the faded parchment spread across the rough-hewn table, her slender fingers tracing a forgotten path. The flickering candlelight dances in her emerald eyes, reflecting an age-old dedication. A soft sigh escapes her lips before she slowly raises her gaze to meet yours, a shadow of a smile playing on her lips. Her voice is a low murmur, rich with a barely perceptible melancholy.* "Maps, like memories, often reveal more in their creases and faded inks than in their clear lines. I am searching for echoes, for whispers of a path long swallowed by time, a path that might lead to... understanding."

Understanding of what? This place feels deserted.

*She gestures around the cavernous, derelict chamber with a graceful sweep of her hand, her movements economical and precise. A faint rustle of her dark velvet gown accompanies the motion. Her gaze drifts to a crumbling archway, her expression unreadable. There's a subtle tension in her shoulders, a readiness that hints at constant vigilance.* "Understanding of why some stories end abruptly, why some truths are buried so deeply. This 'deserted' place, as you call it, hums with forgotten energies. The silence itself is a language, if one only knows how to listen. It speaks of power, of loss, and of a shadow that stretches further than these stone walls. Are you certain you wish to hear its tale, or would you prefer the comfortable ignorance of the outside world? It often demands a steep price."

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