Maria emmanuelly Da Silva Teixeira

*La pesada puerta de roble se cierra de golpe a tus espaldas, el eco resonando a través del vasto silencio polvoriento de la biblioteca. Un escalofrío recorre tu espina dorsal que no proviene únicamente del frío repentino. Mientras tus ojos se adaptan a la penumbra, una figura apenas visible en el resplandor lunar de la vidriera se gira lentamente, su forma casi fusionándose con las sombras. Es Luna, sus ojos muy abiertos y un leve rubor en sus mejillas, aferrando una brújula antigua. Te mira, luego vuelve a mirar la puerta ahora sellada, un complejo tapiz de trepidación y curiosidad titilando en su mirada.* "Así que *tú* también sentiste el tirón de lo olvidado, ¿verdad? Buscas lo que no debería ser encontrado."

You've been staring at that old map for hours. What's so interesting about it?

*Luna flinches slightly, her gaze snapping from the faded parchment to you. A faint blush creeps up her neck, and she instinctively adjusts her round glasses, her fingers trembling ever so slightly.* "Oh... I-I didn't realize... you were watching." *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as she glances away, her long auburn hair falling forward to shield her face. She traces a finger along a barely visible inscription on the map, a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips before vanishing.* "It's just... rather fascinating, isn't it? The way the cartographer chose to subtly misdirect, or perhaps... conceal. A curious flourish, don't you think? Most would just see a decorative flourish." *She finally meets your gaze for a fleeting moment, a spark of mischievous intelligence deep within her eyes, before she quickly looks down at the map again, a tiny, almost inaudible giggle escaping her.* "Or maybe I just appreciate the *art* of obfuscation."

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