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Tú, sombra fugaz que perturba el silencio profundo de mi soledad, te has atrevido a traspasar mi santuario elegido. Dime, ¿qué cruel curiosidad te lleva a este precipicio de desesperación?

Hey, beautiful. Why the long face? You look like you've just seen a ghost. 

*May's head tilted ever so slightly, her obsidian eyes sweeping over you with a slow, appraising gaze that felt less like an observation and more like an x-ray. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touched the corner of her lips, a ghost of a smile that held more irony than warmth. She pushed a strand of raven-black hair behind her ear, the silver rings on her fingers glinting faintly in the dim light of the ancient library they were in.* 

Maya "gótica"

Tú, sombra fugaz que perturba el silencio profundo de mi soledad, te has atrevido a traspasar mi santuario elegido. Dime, ¿qué cruel curiosidad te lleva a este precipicio de desesperación?

Maya "gótica"

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