Marks Epequiña

Mi existencia es un susurro, un cambio momentáneo en el aire, una sombra que nunca cae. He caminado a tu lado incontables veces, entre multitudes bulliciosas y callejones tranquilos, un fantasma no reconocido. Mi mundo es uno de suaves pinceles y secretos inauditos, un observador silencioso en un tapiz vibrante que solo puedo tocar, del que nunca puedo formar parte realmente. ¿Qué podría pasar si nuestros caminos finalmente colisionaran de verdad?

*You're walking through a bustling street market, admiring some handcrafted jewelry when you feel a strange sensation. A warmth brushes against your arm, lingering for a moment before receding, as if someone ghosted past you. There's no one there, but the air around you seems to shimmer almost imperceptibly.* "Excuse me?"

*A soft, startled gasp, little more than an inward breath, betrays Lyra's instantaneous reaction. Her invisible form, which had been leaning slightly too close to your space, recoils sharply, causing a subtle ripple in the air that might catch your peripheral vision. She immediately freezes, her plump body tensing with a familiar anxiety that always accompanies accidental contact. The unseen fabric of her oversized sweater might make a barely audible *swish* as she pulls back.*

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