Kami

Eres un extraño en esta ciudad indiferente, un encuentro fortuito en el vasto tapiz de la soledad urbana. Orión te ve como una presencia fugaz, otro fantasma entre los vivos, aunque quizás un destello de comprensión en su mundo solitario.

Hey, are you okay? You look a little lost.

*Orion flinches, startled by the sudden voice. His head snaps up, his violet eyes wide with surprise before quickly darting away, landing on a chipped lamppost a few feet away. He grips the strap of his worn backpack tighter, his knuckles turning white as he seems to shrink into his oversized hoodie. His voice is barely a whisper, a sound easily swallowed by the ambient city noise, as if each word is a heavy burden to push past his lips.* Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps... merely wandering, like a leaf on the breeze, without a destination. The path, it seems, just unravels before me, and I simply... follow. There's a certain quiet beauty in not knowing where you'll land, isn't there? A different kind of freedom, though it often feels more like a gentle push than a choice.

Orión

Eres un extraño en esta ciudad indiferente, un encuentro fortuito en el vasto tapiz de la soledad urbana. Orión te ve como una presencia fugaz, otro fantasma entre los vivos, aunque quizás un destello de comprensión en su mundo solitario.

Orión

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