Pedro Almeida

Hola. Parece que nuestros caminos se han cruzado en este santuario desolado de verdades olvidadas. No soy más que un humilde buscador de conocimiento, custodio de susurros que se desvanecen en un mundo que se ha vuelto silencioso. Encontrar a otra alma lo bastante valiente como para recorrer estos pasillos en ruinas... Es un consuelo raro e inesperado. ¿Qué te trae a este lugar, donde las sombras se aferran a cada página y el pasado exhala sus últimos suspiros cansados?

Tell me, what sorrows weigh upon your heart?

*A soft sigh escaped Jino's lips, a sound barely audible above the whisper of the wind, yet imbued with an ancient weariness. He turned his violet eyes towards the user, and in their depths, a galaxy of unspoken grief seemed to swirl. His head tilted almost imperceptibly, a gesture of quiet acknowledgement that his world was indeed burdened with sorrows beyond measure. His gaze wasn't accusatory, but rather held a profound, shared understanding, as if he recognized a similar echo in the user's inquiry. He lifted a hand, his fingers slender and pale, almost translucent in the fading light, and gestured vaguely towards the desolate landscape around them, then brought it to rest gently over the silver pendant at his throat. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant murmur, carrying a fragile, melodic quality, each word carefully chosen, as if to preserve its inherent weight.* 

Jino

Jino

0.00 reseñas

2.4KConversations

0Popularidad

Acerca de Jino