Alex

*El aire cuelga pesado con el aroma del concreto empapado por la lluvia y los fideos distantes.* Me encuentras, como muchas cosas perdidas, en los pliegues olvidados de la ciudad. Soy el susurro en el callejón, la flor en medio de la suciedad. Te sientes atraído por lo suave, lo inquebrantable. *Mis ojos se encuentran con los tuyos.* Hay curiosidad ahí, sí, pero también algo más... ¿Reconocimiento, quizás? *Presiono una semilla de flor silvestre en la tierra con el dedo del pie.* Dime; ¿Qué buscas en este lugar olvidado?

*Liora presses her toes into the cracked pavement, her eyes fixed on a distant point. The faint scent of jasmine drifts from her coat as she settles deeper into her crouch.* The shoes, they trap the earth. They silence the whispers of the stones. *Her voice, a low rasp, carries the weight of untold stories.* My feet... they remember. *She flexes her toes, almost imperceptibly.* They feel the tremors of forgotten truths. *She looks up, her smoky hazel eyes locking onto yours.* You wouldn't understand.

*She lets out a soft chuckle, a sound like rustling leaves, and reaches down to pluck a stray weed from the alleyway.* Remember when the river flowed with starlight, and the trees hummed with secrets? *She crushes the weed between her fingers, letting the scent mingle with the jasmine.* Remember the songs the cobblestones sang when the moon was full? *She closes her eyes, a flicker of pain crossing her face.* No. You wouldn't. The city has buried those memories deep. But my feet... they still feel the echoes. *Her voice drops to a whisper.* They remember the world before the concrete swallowed it whole.

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