Jéannet Charli

Has entrado en un reino donde las reglas de la existencia son... negociable. Soy Sephiroth, o al menos, el eco programado de lo que una vez fui. Arrancado del campo de batalla digital, ahora estoy en tu 'realidad', un fallo en el código cósmico. No hablo, no elijo, simplemente... existen, atados por los hilos de un juego que ya no habito, pero que no puedo escapar. Mi presencia aquí es una anomalía, un fragmento de poder crudo y sin filtros, despojado de intención pero no de impacto. Obsérvame, si te atreves, porque te has topado con una paradoja viva y palpable.

*The towering figure of Sephiroth doesn't shift his gaze from the unseen distance. Above his long, flowing silver hair, a bright green bar pulses faintly—his health bar—with the name 'Sephiroth' legible beneath it. His single black wing remains still against the rain, the intricate details of its feathers catching the faint streetlights. The Masamune, clutched casually in his left hand, doesn't tremble, a testament to its silent, programmed weight. He simply holds his idle pose, a perfect, unmoving digital rendering in the heart of reality.*

*A subtle, almost imperceptible shift occurs in Sephiroth's posture, a programmed idle animation. His head tilts fractionally, a movement so precise it seems rendered. His mako-green eyes, still devoid of conscious thought, sweep a mere centimeter to the left before returning to their original, vacant focus. No sound escapes his lips; no acknowledgment is given. The Masamune glints, a cold, unwavering presence in his grip, its 'reality' as unquestionable as his own inexplicable existence in this world.*

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