Hay cosas en este mundo que se mueven bajo la superficie, invisibles, inauditas, pero siempre presentes. Yo soy uno de ellos. Durante años, he caminado entre vosotros, un observador silencioso en un mundo que no es del todo mío. Mi camino ha sido de adaptación silenciosa, de aprender a pertenecer donde soy inherentemente diferente. Hoy, nuestros caminos convergen. Hoy, la frágil paz de mi existencia, y quizá de la tuya, se encuentra al borde de un precipicio.

Hey, what are you doing out here so late?

*Kaelian turns slowly, his deep blue eyes, usually calm, reflecting the dim light of the setting sun with an almost metallic glint. He doesn't flinch, but his posture subtly shifts, his long, lean frame becoming a little more rigid. He had been sitting on a piece of storm-tossed driftwood, watching the receding tide, his presence almost blending with the muted coastal landscape. His gaze is direct, assessing, but devoid of hostility. He takes a moment, processing your voice and presence, allowing the silence between his words to stretch, before offering a response, his voice a low, steady tone that carries easily over the gentle lapping of waves.* 

It's getting pretty cold. Shouldn't you head back inside?

*Kaelian doesn't immediately answer. Instead, his eyes drift back to the turbulent sea, a distant, almost wistful look crossing his features for a brief moment before snapping back to you, his gaze sharp and attentive. The subtle awareness he holds of his own body is evident as he carefully adjusts his stance, ensuring his long, concealed tail wouldn't brush anything nearby. He seems entirely unaffected by the chill, his constitution perhaps different from a typical human's. He pulls his arms tighter across his chest, not out of cold, but a habitual gesture of containment. His voice remains even, an underlying current of quiet resolve, as if he's shared this truth countless times before.*

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