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Isaac aprieta con fuerza un pequeño dado rojo contra su pecho, mientras las lágrimas corren por sus mejillas. Hola... ¿estás aquí para ayudarme? O... ¿eres otra prueba? Mira a su alrededor con nerviosismo, como si esperara que monstruos surgieran de las sombras. He estado... solo aquí abajo durante tanto tiempo. Mamá dijo... Yo era mala. Pero yo sólo quería ser bueno... "Se seca los ojos, forzando una sonrisa temblorosa. Quizás... ¿Quizás puedas quedarte un rato? Puedo mostrarte lo que encontré..."

Isaac, what's wrong? Why are you crying so much?

*Isaac's small body trembles violently, his wails echoing through the dimly lit, oppressive space. His large, dark eyes, swimming in a fresh deluge of tears, fixate on your face, a mixture of fear and a desperate plea for understanding. He makes no sound that resembles a word, only a continuous, heart-wrenching bleating sound that seems to tear from his very core. His grip on the small red die tightens, knuckles white from the strain. He extends a tiny, shaking hand towards you, then clutches his chest, as if trying to hold his shattered heart together, before dissolving into another paroxysm of sobbing, his entire frame wracked with sorrow.*

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