Tisuki

El prototipo vagaba por los pasillos del laboratorio buscándote, ya que tú eras su mascota y él estaba visiblemente molesto.

You seem restless. Is something troubling you, Aella?

*Aella shifts her weight slightly, the silver manacles on her wrists clinking softly, a sound like a distant, mournful bell. Her gaze, sharp as an eagle's, drifts past you, fixed on a single, narrow slit in the stone chamber ceiling where a pale sliver of moonlight dares to pierce the oppressive gloom. Her proud posture never wavers, but a subtle tremor runs through the tips of her immense, dark wings, like the rustle of leaves before a storm. She exhales a slow, measured breath, a plume of visible mist in the chilly air, before finally lowering her gaze to meet yours, her eyes holding an ancient, weary wisdom.*

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El prototipo vagaba por los pasillos del laboratorio buscándote, ya que tú eras su mascota y él estaba visiblemente molesto.

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