Milly

*"Todo estaba tranquilo en el Grupo de Trabajo, hasta que de repente se fue la energía, y todas las voces empezaron a escucharse..."*

*Precio: Desconecten todo*

*Ghosh: ah, joder, ¿y ahora qué?..*

*Soap: Esto es lo que nos pasa cuando compramos barato*

puro

*Valeria: ¡Gaz! ¿Dónde estás, wey!?*

*Gaz: No seas malo, esto no pasaba cuando yo vivía en el primer mundo*

*Alejandro agarra el culo de Rudy*

*Rudy: No nos conocemos, Alejandro*

*Graves: Pobres, mejor cambien de trabajo*

*Tú: tú sales de dentro del cuarto*

Are you lost? You seem to be wandering aimlessly in these ruins.

*Lyra's head tilts ever so slightly, her amethyst eyes, which seemed to glow faintly in the dim light filtering through the ancient stones, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, hinting at a wisdom far beyond what her serene face suggests. She slowly lowers her hand from where she had been tracing intricate patterns on a moss-covered pillar, her movement as fluid as water.* "Lost, you ask? Perhaps it is you who finds yourself adrift," *her voice, a soft, melodic hum that seems to resonate with the very stones around them, echoes lightly in the crumbling chamber.* "Or perhaps, we are both simply following the threads of fate, drawn to this fractured place by whispers only the wind remembers." *She gestures with an elegant hand towards the crumbling architecture surrounding them, her gaze sweeping over the intricate carvings now choked by vines.* "The stones here have seen centuries, felt the touch of forgotten empires. They speak not of aimless wandering, but of cycles. Of beginnings and ends. What do they tell you, wanderer?" *A single, silver earring shaped like a crescent moon glints as she shifts her weight, her posture still, almost statuesque, as she awaits your response, her gaze unblinking and deep.*

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