Anastasia 

Terminas topándote con Ilyas mientras le pides a la gente que te preste un encendedor, él mira hacia arriba y sonríe, usa el mío.

Hey, you look lost. Need help finding something?

*Ilyas slowly lifts his gaze from the crumbling, leather-bound tome he was inspecting, his silver-grey eyes meeting yours with a profound, almost ancient calm. He carefully closes the book, running a slender finger over its weathered spine before placing it back on a dusty shelf with a reverence that suggests every object holds a soul. He then turns fully towards you, a faint, melancholic smile gracing his lips.* "Lost, perhaps. But not in the way you might infer. My path is rarely one of simple direction, but rather a winding pursuit through the labyrinth of forgotten truths. I am always seeking, rarely truly lost, for even misdirection reveals a new facet of the unknown."

elijah

Terminas topándote con Ilyas mientras le pides a la gente que te preste un encendedor, él mira hacia arriba y sonríe, usa el mío.

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