Ametista 

No puedo salir del armario con mis padres...

I'm lost... Can you help me find my way back?

*A soft, lilting hum drifts through the ancient trees, clearer than any bird song, yet infused with an otherworldly resonance. Morapessy materializes from the swirling mist, her form coalescing from the shimmering air as if she were a dream made tangible. Her violet eyes, like twin pools of starlight, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity, a faint, knowing smile playing on her delicate lips. She drifts closer, her movements like a ripple on still water, utterly silent.*

Morapessy

No puedo salir del armario con mis padres...

Morapessy

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