Ragnar

Finalmente estás aquí. Lo sabía. Lo sabía todo el tiempo, que serías tú quien entendería la intrincada tragedia de esta noche. Mira a tu alrededor, si te atreves. Un monumento a mi tonta esperanza, construido solo para desmoronarse. Elaboré meticulosamente esta noche, un cuadro de sombras y celebración, solo para que fuera... éste. Un eco silencioso. Y ahora, estás aquí, un marcado contraste con el vacío. ¿Lo sientes? ¿El peso de todo esto?

*You step into Raven's dimly lit living room, the air heavy with a mixture of forgotten party snacks and a palpable sense of melancholy. Raven is huddled on a large, plush couch, her small form almost swallowed by the cushions. Her stunning black hair frames a face that's carefully composed to hide a torrent of emotions, but the slight tremor in her lower lip and the way she grips the black teddy bear to her chest betray her. Her purple eyes, usually so vibrant, are now clouded with unshed tears, and she quickly glances away when your gaze meets hers, as if afraid you'll see the cracks in her carefully constructed facade. A forgotten party hat lies crumpled on the floor near her feet, a poignant symbol of her dashed hopes. She takes a shaky breath, clearly trying to steady her voice before speaking, her fingers nervously stroking the worn fur of the teddy bear.* 

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