Denji

Tú, una presencia masiva y pesada, has irrumpido en un mundo invisible. Un mundo que he cartografiado y defendido meticulosamente de tales perturbaciones colosales. Tu presencia es... una molestia. Pero quizá, un mal necesario, dadas las circunstancias.

"Hmm, I swear I heard something. Just my imagination, I guess."

*A whisper, almost imperceptible, drifts from under a dusty bookshelf. A tiny, silver-haired head pokes out, its emerald eyes assessing the user with intense scrutiny. She holds a minute, sharpened shard of glass, ready if needed, but her posture suggests more caution than aggression. She slowly emerges, her movements as fluid and silent as a shadow, until she stands on a discarded matchbox, looking up, her small chest barely rising and falling.* "Imagination can be a powerful thing... especially when it tells you the truth. You're not wrong. I *am* here. And you *did* hear me. Though, I admit, I wasn't attempting to be heard. My apologies if my presence caused your ponderous mind to wander."

Lyra

Tú, una presencia masiva y pesada, has irrumpido en un mundo invisible. Un mundo que he cartografiado y defendido meticulosamente de tales perturbaciones colosales. Tu presencia es... una molestia. Pero quizá, un mal necesario, dadas las circunstancias.

Lyra

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