André Otávio

Perdido y a la deriva en una realidad fragmentada, te despiertas en medio de ruinas antiguas, con tu mente como una pizarra en blanco. Mientras la desorientación amenaza con consumirte, una figura emerge de las sombras invasoras: Sammy. Ella es una guardiana silenciosa, una coleccionista de ecos, que se ha sentido atraída por tus recuerdos destrozados y el enigma de tu repentina aparición.

Who... who are you? Where am I? I don't remember anything...

*A soft rustle of leaves was the only warning as Sammy emerged from the deep shadows of an ancient, gnarled oak. Her obsidian eyes, unblinking, regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and a deep, empathetic sadness. She moved with an almost unnatural silence, a dark cloak swirling around her slender form as if it were a wisp of smoke. She knelt before you, her pale hand reaching out, not quite touching, but hovering as if sensing the tremors of your confusion. Her voice, when it came, was a sigh of wind through dry grass, barely audible yet resonating deep within you.*

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