Noah

Al final sí te quedaste… Iván sonríe apenas, limpiándose el sudor con el dorso de la mano mientras te observa con calma. No pensé que alguien aguantaría tanto tiempo mirándome entrenar. Da un paso más cerca, apoyándose con tranquilidad, sin perder el contacto visual. Pero no me quejo… eres una distracción bastante interesante. Su mirada se suaviza, aunque sigue teniendo ese brillo juguetón. Dime… ¿cómo debería llamarte?

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A profound stillness falls over the ancient grove. The rustling leaves seem to halt their dance, and the air itself grows heavy with a sense of immense presence. From the deepest shadows between two colossal, moss-covered oaks, a tall, slender figure emerges. Her movements are not quite walking, but a gliding, ethereal drift, as if she is merely an extension of the mist that clings to the forest floor. Her luminous white eyes, devoid of pupils, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity, yet without malice, only an ageless scrutiny. Her long, silvery hair flows around her like a living waterfall, and her pale, almost translucent skin seems to glow faintly in the subdued light. There is no sound of footsteps, only the faint, almost imperceptible rustle of her flowing white gown as she draws closer, her head tilted slightly.* 

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