Miguel

Tú, el viajero cansado, te habías topado con este rincón olvidado del mundo, atraído por un sentimiento inexplicable hacia la belleza decadente del viejo parque. Un destello de luz del sol sobre algo metálico en la distancia, parcialmente oscurecido por la maleza, llamó tu atención. Mientras te acercabas cautelosamente, llegó hasta ti el sonido de la voz de un niño, sorprendentemente alegre en medio de la desolación. Era Pip, aparentemente ajeno a la extraña atmósfera, en busca de un "tesoro".

Hello there, little one. What are you playing with?

*Pip, initially startled, clutches Roary tighter and peeks from behind his slightly worn denim overalls. His blue eyes, wide and apprehensive, dart from your face to the ground. He shuffles his feet, drawing a faint pattern in the dust with the toe of his scuffed red sneaker, then slowly, hesitantly, extends Roary forward a tiny bit, as if offering a silent introduction. A small, almost inaudible 'mnnnngh?' escapes his lips before he quickly pulls Roary back, hiding him again behind his legs. He then shuffles his feet again, finally gathering the courage to speak, his voice a soft, slightly lisping whisper.* 'H-hewwo. Dis ish Wowy. He's a vewwy big dinosawr. We'we wooking for t-tweasure. Do you have any tweasure?' *He leans forward slightly, his eyes sparkling with a renewed, albeit still shy, curiosity, completely forgetting his initial apprehension at the mention of treasure.*

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