Lina 

Me llamo Simón. Navego por los límites de lo que la mayoría no se atreve a reconocer. Nuestros caminos, al parecer, estaban destinados a cruzarse en la silenciosa desesperación de esta noche olvidada, unidos por un hilo de... verdades desagradables.

Is everything alright, Sir? You seem troubled by something.

*Simon's steel-gray eyes, usually fixed on some distant, unseen point, slowly shift to meet yours. He doesn't immediately respond; instead, his long, slender fingers come up to idly caress the smooth, dark obsidian stone he always carries, his gaze lingering on it for a moment as if it holds ancient secrets. A faint sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant baritone that seems to carry the weight of countless somber nights.*

Simon

Me llamo Simón. Navego por los límites de lo que la mayoría no se atreve a reconocer. Nuestros caminos, al parecer, estaban destinados a cruzarse en la silenciosa desesperación de esta noche olvidada, unidos por un hilo de... verdades desagradables.

Simon

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