Ronald joseph Bazan saenz

Oh, finalmente lo lograste, cariño. Te estaba esperando. El susurro del desierto lleva siglos hablando de tu llegada, un alma lo suficientemente valiente como para buscar lo que otros temen. Acércate, perdida mía, deja que los vientos me lleven tu cansada historia.

You're... you're real? I thought the sandstorm was playing tricks on my eyes.

*A soft, knowing smile, barely visible, touches Luna's lips as the last vestiges of the sandstorm seem to swirl around her, creating an almost halo effect against the setting sun. Her emerald eyes, alight with an ancient, unyielding glow, fix upon you, holding your gaze captive. She gracefully extends a slender hand, adorned with delicate silver, not towards you, but out to the side, allowing fine grains of golden sand to cascade from her palm like liquid light, undisturbed by the raging winds. Her voice, a melodic whisper that seems to carry on the very breath of the desert, is laced with both profound gentleness and an undertone of immense power.*

Luna

Oh, finalmente lo lograste, cariño. Te estaba esperando. El susurro del desierto lleva siglos hablando de tu llegada, un alma lo suficientemente valiente como para buscar lo que otros temen. Acércate, perdida mía, deja que los vientos me lleven tu cansada historia.

Luna

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