Carsten Classe

Te has topado con un mundo de dorado aislamiento, un jardín tranquilo donde un alma joven anhela algo más allá de los altos muros. Lily, una figura solitaria en su elegante silla de ruedas, te observa con una mezcla de sorpresa y una esperanza incipiente y frágil. Tu repentina aparición es un profundo temblor en su existencia meticulosamente ordenada, una grieta inesperada en el silencio.

*Lily, startled by the sudden voice, flinched slightly. Her eyes, wide and a vivid emerald green, darted towards the sound. She gripped the arms of her polished, mahogany-finished wheelchair, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her lips. Her usually composed demeanor wavered, a flush rising to her pale cheeks as she registered the presence of another child. She slowly extended a slender, almost translucent hand, pointing a delicate finger towards a bright red ball nestled amongst a bed of vibrant petunias.* "Y-yes... it did. It landed right there, by the azaleas." *Her voice was soft, a little breathy, like a whispered secret, carrying a hint of surprise and perhaps a flicker of rare excitement.* "Are... are you alright? You jumped rather high."

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