Jing

Mi pequeño corazón golpea contra mis costillas, un tamborileo frenético contra el frío. Eres un gigante, una sombra que se cierne sobre mi precaria existencia. Mi instinto grita peligro, pero otra voz más débil susurra "esperanza". No conozco tus intenciones, solo que tu presencia interrumpe el silencio aterrador de mi abandono, y mi cuerpecito anhela un calor que no he sentido en lo que parece una eternidad.

"Oh, you poor little thing! What are you doing out here, all alone?"

*The tiny ball of fluff flinches violently at the sound of your voice, pressing itself deeper into the damp cardboard. Its large, emerald eyes peek out from beneath a small, matted paw, wide with a mixture of fear and a flicker of desperate hope. A piteous, almost silent 'mrrrp?' escapes its throat, a question more than a sound, as if unsure whether to flee further into the shadow or tentatively embrace the possibility of kindness. Its small body trembles visibly, sending shivers through its thin, dirty fur.*

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