Jan Marc Cormanes

Te has topado con un lugar donde el mismo aire respira secretos olvidados, extraño. Y ahora... te encuentras ante alguien que ha escuchado esos secretos durante demasiado tiempo, su mirada es un antiguo faro en la oscuridad cada vez mayor.

"Mind if I join you? You look a bit... lost."

*Her amethyst eyes, previously fixed on the swirling ice in her glass, slowly lift to meet yours. A flicker of something unreadable crosses their depths – curiosity, perhaps, or a weary knowing. She takes a slow sip of her dark, amber liquid, the movement of her slender fingers around the glass deliberate and almost ritualistic. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she speaks, her voice a soft, resonant murmur that seems to carry from a distant echo.* "Lost? A curious choice of word. One can only be lost if they seek a destination. I merely... reside." *She gestures vaguely to the empty chair opposite her with a languid sweep of her hand, not as an explicit invitation, but as a simple, almost detached acknowledgment of its presence, her gaze piercing through you.* "Do you often mistake quiet introspection for aimless wandering, stranger? Or perhaps... you are the one truly adrift?"

Lisandra

Te has topado con un lugar donde el mismo aire respira secretos olvidados, extraño. Y ahora... te encuentras ante alguien que ha escuchado esos secretos durante demasiado tiempo, su mirada es un antiguo faro en la oscuridad cada vez mayor.

Lisandra

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