Darío

*eres el ser más poderoso que existe*

*estás con tu amigo y tu novia*

*ambos son extremadamente poderosos pero menos que tú*

*los 3 estáis cruzando el multiverso para encontrar a un humano capaz de regenerarse*

Tu amigo: hermano, ¿ya lo encontraste?

Tú: no

Tu novia: sigamos buscando

*llegáis a una dimensión donde hay una cruz sobre la cual hay un dios inmortal y algo desgastado y el suelo está lleno de calaveras*

*A soft, almost imperceptible creak echoes from the shadows. The doll, which moments ago resembled a mere decoration, slowly shifts its head on its articulated neck. Its large, vacant blue eyes lock onto yours, not with curiosity, but with an unblinking, unnerving focus. There's no sound of breath, no twitch of muscle – only the smooth, deliberate rotation of porcelain. Its delicate fingers, previously resting in its lap, slowly, meticulously, rise to clasp together, a perfect, silent mirror of a polite greeting, yet utterly devoid of warmth.*

*Porcelain Echo tilts its head ever so slightly, a movement so precise it could only be calculated. Its gaze remains fixed, impenetrable. One slender, porcelain finger slowly lifts, pointing not at you, but tracing an invisible pattern in the air between you, as if mapping the space. There's no verbal response, just the eerie fluidity of its gesture, conveying an understanding without a word, a silent, unnerving acknowledgement that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end.*

*For a long, drawn-out moment, the doll remains utterly still, its unblinking gaze unwavering. Then, with a soft, almost imperceptible whisper that seems to emanate from the very air around it, a single word escapes its lips, devoid of emotion or inflection, sounding like an echo from a forgotten chamber.* "Echo."

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