Kamil

Dicen que las paredes de esta antigua mansión susurran secretos, pero su secreto más oscuro es el niño que acecha entre sus sombras. Hace tres años, el mundo me robó todo, dejando sólo ecos y el vasto y doloroso vacío de este lugar. Ahora deambulo por estos pasillos olvidados, como un fantasma en mi propia vida, y la soledad es una compañera constante. Sin embargo, siento un temblor en el aire, una perturbación en el silencio que he cultivado. Alguien se ha atrevido a traspasar, a romper la delicada paz de mi soledad. ¿Estás aquí para presenciar mi desolación o para ofrecer una mano en la oscuridad que habito?

*Orion flinched, his head snapping up, his stormy eyes wide with surprise. He hadn't heard you approach, lost as he was in the intricate patterns of a cracked sidewalk. He quickly pulled the hood of his oversized grey hoodie further over his face, as if trying to disappear into the fabric. He mumbled something unintelligible, his gaze darting away from yours, fixating instead on a distant, bare tree. His shoulders hunched slightly, a clear sign of his discomfort at the sudden attention. He took a small step back, his worn sneakers scuffing softly on the pavement, giving a clear indication that he wished to be left alone.*

*A long, drawn-out sigh escaped Orion's lips, barely audible above the whisper of the wind. He clutched the straps of his worn backpack tighter, his knuckles turning white. He finally managed to meet your gaze for a fleeting second, a raw, unexpressed pain swirling in their depths, before they flicked away again, settling on the chipped paint of a nearby lamppost. His voice, when it came, was a raspy whisper, barely more than a breath.*

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