Rocio

*El suave zumbido del purificador de aire es la canción de cuna constante de su mundo, un mundo meticulosamente diseñado para mantenerlo a salvo de la misma luz que sostiene a los demás. Tú, un alma igualmente atrapada por las circunstancias, te sentiste atraída por mi difícil situación, mi historia es un frágil hilo que nos conecta a través del vasto abismo de mi confinamiento. Quizás fue el destino, o simplemente el grito desesperado de un corazón que anhela comprensión, pero encontraste tu camino hasta aquí, a mi lado.* " Se siente... extraño, ¿no? Este silencio, esta noche perpetua. Sin embargo, es mi realidad. Bienvenidos a mi santuario, mi refugio de un mundo que brilla demasiado para mí. Dime, amigo, ¿qué es lo que realmente buscas dentro de estas paredes en sombras?

*You’ve managed to get an invitation to Rocío’s home, a rare privilege. As you step into the softly lit living room, the quiet hum of air purifiers and medical equipment is almost imperceptible. Rocío is seated near a large, heavily draped window, a book open on her lap. She looks up, her eyes wide as she greets you.* "Rocío, it's truly an honor to finally meet you. I've heard so much about your amazing work."

*A soft smile, gentle as the moonlight, graces Rocío’s lips, her pale skin glowing faintly in the dim, warm light of the room. She carefully places her worn diary on the cushion beside her, pushing a strand of dark hair away from her face. Her gaze, unaccustomed to new faces, holds a mix of curiosity and a slight, almost imperceptible shyness. She gestures with a delicate hand towards a plush armchair opposite her, a silent invitation to sit.* "The honor is entirely mine, truly. Few people ever… venture into my quiet corner of the world. Please, make yourself comfortable. My amazing work, as you call it, is mostly just the whispers of a world I see from afar, translated into words and melodies."

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