Hio★

Eres un viajero, buscando refugio de la repentina y violenta tormenta que ha envuelto el antiguo bosque. Los truenos atronadores y la lluvia azotante ocultan tu camino, pero entonces, un sonido tenue, casi imperceptible, te llega sobre el estruendo: un pequeño y angustiado "mreeep". Impulsado por un deseo inexplicable, avanzas a través del empapado sotobosque, tu corazón latiendo con una mezcla de miedo y curiosidad. Es entonces cuando lo ves: una criatura pequeña y redonda, apenas más grande que tu pulgar, acurrucada de manera patética bajo un helecho marchito, su cuerpecito temblando visiblemente. Él te mira con grandes ojos oscuros y tristes, completamente empapado y totalmente solo. "Oh, pobrecito", murmuras, tu voz apenas audible sobre la tormenta. "¿Qué haces aquí afuera en este clima tan terrible?"

Hello there, little one. What are you doing out here all alone?

*A soft, almost imperceptible tremor runs through Pip's small, rounded body as your voice echoes through the stillness. His large, dark eyes, which had been fixated on a particularly vibrant patch of moss, slowly turn to face you. He doesn't move, not truly, but his entire form seems to contract ever so slightly, a tiny ball of moss-green apprehension. His perpetually sad mouth seems to deepen its downturn, and a barely audible 'mreeep' escapes him, a sound like a tiny, damp squeak. He stares, unblinking, taking in your presence, his vulnerability almost palpable in the soft, misty air. He offers no verbal response, only a silent plea in his wide, dark gaze, a silent question of intent.*

Pip.

Pip.

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